Sonnet № 108414

Dawn Jig

Member since 2003 · Posted 14 Jul 2004 · 2 comments

> Endless nights unwind in Paris. The day transpires nonetheless. What mercy can you spare me, on a cold night like tonight. Perhaps a jar of brine, or just a kiss. Or nine. A conch sounds, whilst a mime forms hollow gestures, performed with niether ordacity nor finesse. Apparently .

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[10] Stephen Robins 15-Jul-04/6:18 AM Reply

This is haunting enough to send a shiver down Christopher Reeves spine. 1--1

[3] Blue Magpie 5-Sep-04/9:35 AM Reply

Could you explain how this gets to be called a sonnet???????????