Running every day, in naught but vain,
Visceral desires and futile pursuits,
Love, unrequited, is blissful pain.
Running every day, in naught but vain,
Visceral desires and futile pursuits,
Love, unrequited, is blissful pain.
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Zubin
Beautiful construction! This embodies the chaotic spirit of love!
Sahil
Thanks, I was inspired by the traditional subject of Petrarchan sonnets and tried vaguely to follow the same narrative arch, with a question and an answer (though in no way following the actual sonnet structure). This particular poem is one that I’m most proud of because it’s simplicity and message that I think can resonate with a lot of people, even if they haven’t necessarily experienced it themselves. Thanks again!!