My Shakesperian sonnet - The Meadow I Call My Own

 The meadow I call my own

The place I feel solace

When my heart frowns

as it is surrounded by malice


The world changes every day

as I await my long-lost love

Where are you, I ask in every possible way

Waiting as my patience fight it's cage like a dove


The love I had for life

left me the moment you left me my meadow

Making my heart a hard, cold one of ice

After my shadow stopped falling on you


My eyes now see a building of soot and smoke

Where it used to see you with me, a happy bloke

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