🗽🇺🇸American Sonnet🗽🇺🇸 No. 12 – Telling Stories🗽🇺🇸

Written by Carolyn Crossley VixenOfVerse

#American #Sonnet 

One day, my heart will be unbound
And free, and the pain will cease.
My tears will be no more: all cried,
Dried, as arid as the desert plains.

One day, I will no longer exist in
This earthly form, burnt to ashes,
I will be scattered to the four winds;
Nourishing trees in a nearby park.

Born under Aries, a fire sign of the
Zodiac, it is to the flames I'll return.
Think of me in Autumn, with those
Vibrant colours, beating my drum.

Think of me with my ancestors,
Telling stories around the fire.

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