It is a fruit, which is beared by a tree,
A tree of true desire;
A desire for change and love.
It is a wind, which dances playfully,
A wind of felicity and warmth,
A universal warmth to fight the cold.
It is a funeral, which reduces to tears,
Tears of bitter regrets and vivid memories,
Memories to cherish for years to come.
It is a book, which opens new perspectives,
Perspectives in colour or in monochrome,
Monochromic reality which destroys all dreams.
What particular subject is this poem on?
It is Music, of course; the world’s universal swan
Author's Note: Hi guys! I hope you liked my first sonnet on here! I plan on making a small anthology of them, because why not! I'm really curious what you guys think so please review! Once more, I hope you liked my sonnet!
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