Daffodilian Sonnet

Bastards in flight with honey drip drop dew
Speak roses, riding steeds of majesty,
But never have they smelled a daffodil,
Or any of her star-bound travesty.
A laundry count, with eyes from old, black days
And nose for smelling black night-tiding wills,
Sometimes or someways be back-wise in whack ways,
He has not scented blooming daffodils.
Wart hearted, word hoarding, war herders claim
To rapt the summer's silk for what it's worth,
But Lord knows, others know as well, he maim
What beauty ought to be for blazing hearth

A girl, her cheeks more free from scar and slay
Would love the daffodil throughout the day





Sonnet by weirdzarun
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Written on 2008-12-24 at 04:17

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hey brilliant writer, wonderful sonnet.
2008-12-27