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A Saraband Sonnet |
| The scorching sun beat down on them as wilted tourists sought relief in waves that sparkled like a gem. Two people came together there to frolic in the cooling spray, and very soon became aware of hot romantic sparks at play. He whispered words of sweet allure, and took her hand in his to lead her down the path of love so pure. With lightning flashing in the night, a raging storm of passion blew away all thoughts of caution’s light, to consummate their love’s debut. http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/2006Challenge/treten.html |