Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Sometime in June 2017

A sonnet in iambic pentameter

He plays my heart in such a gentle way
With skillful fingers he plucks a new tune
Melodies lost before are coaxed and played
Sweet harmonies that represent the moon
Oh play, musician, with your sweet moon song
Provide your music, I will sing along

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