Impartial Gust

(a Shakespearean sonnet)

 

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A bloodstained bandit breeze dwindles the dawn,
arouses barefaced sun to blushing rise.
A gloomy, frugal courtship panders on,
as noiseless skysongs tease these jaded skies.

Last night, the tranquil skim milk moonbeams spilled,
forgot their green-eyed gossip for awhile,
brought forth a hint of lustrous starstain willed
of madcap bedroom eyes and swaggered smile.

The day’s a bump of blanket discontent
a summit of our gnarled and groveled gain.
But much to our majestic amazement,
life’s scuffle-sorted luggage bears our name.

O, let’s undress these storms of savag’ry,
and hobnob with this pretty-vaulting sea.
 

 

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PAD, day 26.

 

 

 

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