Wednesday, 3 October 2012

Sonnet



The angered winds of London do shake me,
As I take a walk on a winters day,
Thick fog surrounds me so I cannot see,
Time ticks by as I try to get away.

But I make a wrong turn, trip and tumble,
Into a pile of rotting leaves I fall,
As the cold harsh wind billows and rumbles,
I stagger up, shiver and shake, I bawl.

But then the brutal wind became stronger,
Uprooting the trees either side of me,
Never in my life do I remember?
A beautiful disaster such as She,
So wild, so free, what a catastrophe!
This powerful force is a rare beauty.

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