je m'appelle l'amour.

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poetry II.

I think I wrote this sonnet my senior year in high school, for a supplementary assignment in AP Lit.

Also edited a bit today, for poetic flow purposes.




Sonnet: Emerald Water

I thought I heard a prayer deeper down,
A voice of plead in echo with the wave.
In resonating green I sink and drown;
The cry of help below, I dive to save.

The emerald water quickly fills my lungs,
As vision blurs to green but never black.
Then prayer ceased, and lonely hymn was sung;
The needed key to rescue sadly lacks.

I reach for land and gasp for Precious Air,
Familiar music, land I’ve always seen.
I rest and sigh, O heaven clear and fair,
My white dress wet and painted Emerald Green.

Inhaling air, I dive from earth’s warm layer,
Because I hear below the sound of prayer.







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One of my more normal socks. Cotton socks with heart print. Made in USA.

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