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Sonnet #2 in Iambic Trimeter

Each thought I think of you.
We’re here beneath the sea.
A sea of dreams so blue.
We breathe the ocean breeze.

It seems so crystal clear.
How can this not be real?
I know it’s you that’s here.
This is my heart you feel.

This tree, it has a pain.
It’s wounded like my heart.
We stand here in the rain.
We leave but never part.

From sea to tree, how this?
All from a goddess kiss.

©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

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