Her muse sits quietly, staring at her. A loving breath, the sun shines brightly through. The smell of books apparent, vision blurred. Still content as the dust around her flew. A long lifetime, but only seventeen. Experiences fill her heart with joy. To be or not to be, she reads between, The lines, she cries, she tries still to enjoy. When life gets hard, she perseveres with strength, Encountering fear and sadness with grace. She’ll constantly try to go to great lengths, To put a smile on her best friend’s face. Like hoodies in the winter, she feels warm. But do not underestimate the storm.
HURRICANE SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET