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       This is the first attempt I made to write a sonnet

                  NEVER TO BE MET

              I am as a bottomless cup half-filled
              left in solitude on a shadowed shelf,
              its nectar ever rippling, never stilled,
              by touch of gentle breeze upon itself.

              I am a poem of nuances ungrasped,
              whose meaning is but dimly understood,
              made to conform, its ode so tightly hasped
              by rigid minds imprisoned in blind hoods.

              I am a passion turned to tender love,
              a memory that walks forgetful mind,
              the sorrow in the song of unpaired dove
              ever to love, be bound, but cannot bind.

                    I'm woman left in sorrow to beget
                    the dreams of meetings never to be met.©
                                              ~RAC  ~ 4 -79~

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