Sonnet #9 in Iambic Tetrameter –

I think I’m wrong about the song.
I didn’t feel that you would come.
Please tell the notes that don’t belong
That winter’s bone remains unsung.

I feel it on the inside grow.
So, could a man become a god?
Don’t let this meditation go.
Just follow it no matter what.

This isn’t where I want to be.
My heart is feeling very sore.
You know the site I want to see?
Three graces dancing at my door.

What is it that I’m running from?
Those angels say to let it come.

 

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