A sonnet that could*

Photo by Martin Vorel on Libreshot
Photo by Martin Vorel on Libreshot

Somewhere between love and death lies my life
There was much strife before and the worst death
Now, since November there is only love
She is a muse alright, much more than that
The Moon loves her as much as I admit
to you and myself, but the Sun will win
through its warmth and the blue light in her eyes
I know she can feel my heart, though at times
I pretend that she can also read this
lonely mind of mine that…




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Patrick M. Ohana

Patrick M. Ohana

Medical writer who reads & writes fiction & some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former.