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by sdv413
Rated: E · Poetry · History · #2113742
Sonnet of the month
         The torrid heat of summer starts to break
         When night and day have almost equal parts,
         When middle morning sunlight seems to make
         A dancing path through still, green leaves and darts
         From tree to forest floor with lively grace,
         Enchanting every object it may touch.
         At such a time the earth seems such a place
         That one cannot be troubled overmuch.
         At such a time life's energies abound,
         And death, though never far, seems to lack power;
         Still distant Hades sends the muffled sound
         Of angry captive souls who crave the hour
         When as the radiant morn appears most bright,
         Chaos flies in; the veil is rent; it's night.

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