Wednesday, 14 November 2012

Sonnet 1

Red-hot and thrusting forwards,

Brilliantly bright,never coming backwards.

Flares up the body and the soul,

Makes you and me sprint like Pyol.

The only force that is unstoppable.


Try all you want,its unquenchable.


It matures you,


It grows.

It shines you,


It refines you.

It distincts you from the ordinary,


Raises you up to the extraordinary.

It's the blazing flame which embarks us on endless missions,

It is none other,than our very own Ambitions.


1 comment:

  1. well written!
    A word of advice, try using a smaller font, it looks more sophisticated when it comes to poetry! :)

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