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Sonnet 1 - 11.17.08

The flames burning inferno of fear,
The people's horror, an evil king crowned.
Small boy caught cries out, no one hears a sound
Fate killing nature, a silent felled tear,
The branding of a horse, how it does sear.
A hunting wolf, for life the deer doth bound,
Trees crumble; their branches fall to the ground.
An unquenchable pow'r striking hearts dear.
The clouds rolling, sign of coming rain,
A dying plant if nourished, grows again
Unfrozen river happily doth run
Waiting hospital patient declared sane,
Where happily ever after began,
Shining beacon of hope, the rising sun.

- Kimberly H. G. (15 years old)


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