Sunday Sonnet!

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As though in rhythmic tune with breeze they danced,
Bright faces smiling gaily as they swayed,
Recalling thought of erstwhile spring romance,
When young hearts went a-walking one fine day;
Beneath a cloudless cerulean sky,
A gentle zephyr kissed enchanting blooms,
As hand in hand young lovers walked nearby,
While whispered speech their precious time consumes;
In earnestness they solemnly avowed
Their loyalty into eternity;
Misfortune would their destiny becloud,
Fruition of their dreams was not to be.
Idyllic plans for future oft are made,
Then by reality to be betrayed!

©Meanderings 2018

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