A Sonnet for Savannah
prolonged longing becomes a comfort
The leaves of hair cascading down fall slow,
A sigh - so sweet to grace your lips and breath
A choice, respond to me and yet you left,
The blonded wreath caress your face wind blown
A nymph so pure, my love for her unknown.
Flooding, the storm her eyes conceal - unless
She cries, her mast and sail break free from rest,
Tidal wave she conjures with vibrato.
And he, so brave a wall my love forgot,
A mighty wolf to stand upon the hill
Subject to be a beast he sure was not,
Acting sole on the darkness he was taught
Sinking in teeth when lust overtake will,
Yet I am just a lamb of sleepless thought.
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Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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