Sunday Sonnet!

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Farewell, dear friend, the best was not to be
That souls with common cause shall live as one,
The reason, now, is not for us to see
Until the running sands of Time be done;
Sharp pangs of pain grave grieving hearts pervade,
When peaks of expectation come to naught,
Temptation space of emptiness pervade,
And solace in alternatives are sought;
Let moments linger long to cogitate,
Like Nazarene bent writing in the dust,
Allowing dismal mood to dissipate,
Facilitating Hope to nourish Trust;
To part, brings past events into review,
To meet, opens the doors of vistas new!

©Meanderings 2016

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Triolet #2

To Save the Self from Doubt’s Allure,
Conviction of Identity
Temptation’s Guile must well Endure,
To Save the Self from Doubt’s Allure;
Residing in the Heart Secure,
Adorned in Stark Sincerity,
To Save the Self from Doubt’s Allure,
Conviction of Identity!

©Meanderings 2016