His Fervent Plea
In the rushing of waves he calls to me
Lost long ago on ship sailing the sea
Voice of anguish he tries to set me free
My ears deaf to his echoed fervent plea
I shall not leave him much longer alone
Nor attune my heart or ever condone
thoughts of listening to wild winds bemoan
the fate of the man I once called my own
Our children all grown with mates at their side
The rushing waves at tonight's eventide
shall carry me to the depths where he died
no longer apart, in death we'll abide
No more salty tears shall fall from my eyes
I'll not hear his sad voice in anguished cries
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A Monorhyme Sonnet
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