My Sonnet hovers above sea,
Longing to hear the jolly sailors' cheers.
Each line rhymes, telling them messages.

My Sonnet wants to say the weather is nice,

Bournemouth… the sun has risen.
She whistles as the people go to work.

Her golden carpet, laid out to welcome autumn,
Crispy and beautiful, not a spot of dirt.

You are the LOrd
shielding my soul.
Crimson streams
fill the ground
as bright as a rosary.
I am
as beautiful as the sky
And shiny like a cyan star...
O, Lord,

I sank deep, into the frozen ground,
Inhaling the aroma of the jasmines' roots;
My veins wailed and my arteries cried.

Black ink, scribbled on my flesh---
I sank into my own world, below,

Earth quake, I trembled,
Gazing out at the world;
A sudden stampede

Of the angry wolves,
On the golden, crispy ground;
Above, the crows croaked;

My arteries hissed