Sonnet B

Frown frost broken pane

Face cross question mark

Look lost question came

Those aches how they hark

 

Mist and eyes bleeding raw

Hope to hold the bind

Loves lost blood and some more

We look them in eyes blind

 

Yet how it plucks at those strings

Hearts hoping to yearn again

And we may hang onto broken things

Hoping that we can repair, when

 

We wander then in seach of love

Yet there it is, good enough

 

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