The Sonnet Of Spring

The Sonnet Of Spring sonnet poems

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The morning sun rises gently,
And the dew glistens as diamonds.
The waves pound intently,
And the grass sways in the highlands.
The atmosphere is full of silence
As the springtime mildly wakes.
‘Tis the rebirth of the islands,
And the cold grasp of winter breaks.
The leaves of the oaks lightly shakes
As the rise of spring doth sweetly unfold.
The subdued ripples within the lakes
Are now encircled in brightest gold.
Away, winter, to thy deathbed!
May spring claim dominion instead!

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I've been writing poetry ever since middle school, but I've never really thought about releasing my work to the public until coming to college. Currently, I am studying music as my major and English as my minor.
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