Sonnet 29 Novels & Stories

Vincent's heart felt gripped by an invisible force and he suddenly could not breathe. I had left him with the pup in my womb! Vincent spent the day in a daze. After nightfall, the villa suddenly became cold and unfamiliar without me. He lay alone in bed, his heart filled with loneliness and emptiness. The feeling was absolutely terrible! His phone lit up several times by his pillow with messages from Serena asking him out, but he never opened them. He moved onto my side of the bed, trying to catch my scent. At least last night, I should have still been lying here, right?

Anthony's eyes narrowed, and he released the housekeeper, dashing to the backyard. He choked up at the sight. A charred wasteland laid where roses once bloomed. He had planted those roses on the day they got married, telling her with a heartfelt grip, "My love for you is as eternal and fiery as these roses." Jessica had treasured that garden, tending to it daily with care and devotion. Roses had always graced their bedroom. Alas, they were gone this time. Was she really leaving him? Struck as if by lightning, Anthony's voice was rough and shaky.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good. ___________________________________________________________________________ 20 / 12 / 2021 Silence…

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

ROSALINE "He was so sweet and I don't even know what else to say anymore," I sighed as I played with the lipstick in my hand while I stared at my love struck face in the mirror. I felt like a fool in love. "So this is love," Lisa sang from the phone and I rolled my eyes. "Use your brain," I said and she chortled. "I do not appreciate you speaking of a dangerous man as if he is some prince charming," Blaze voice boomed.

'In a night of western wind and cold mountain rain I dream of home country I especially miss you who I have not seen Separation is hard but we endure it When will the war end And the victors and losers cease to matter Time draws near yet tears persist The world is new but the beautiful woman has grown old Endure the separation I cannot endure it yet we must part I ask the birds to fly south But where to send my message Beauty fades Time will change But this love will go on'