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SophiaBurnette

Poems

  • What I Think

    Spoiler! : This poem is from a boy'ss point of view. He is torn between his best friend and his girlfriend, who are fighting. Here, he is addressing his friend ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    2 min read


For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein