senior year sonnet (to be renamed)

The grains of time pass slow and dire

as if each falls as heavy stone

onto the field now turned to mire

where once great seeds were picked and sewn

but fallowness has left it dry

as it awaits for the new season.

it must subside and idle by

when death would be noble reason.

For from the lee-less sea will rise

when his feathers are no more torn

the bird of Hermes. That which flies

yet full stable and true reborn.

The bird of Hermes becomes tame,

and lo the field is no more lame.

by Rufo7725 (Viewed 1317 times)

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