At eight thirty five, my right ear hole rang tonight.
I read an article about their cobalt blue.
This means that better days coming is quite true;
although my fellows no longer blog of their plights;
There is no need to reveal by what one already scorns.
Whatever action has been done or badly said.
There is one faith that they cannot and will not tread.
That true love is always there to remove old thorns.
On March twenty-two of thousand three, my fate
was a strange encounter while at a starry place.
It was near railways and a dried up river space.
At fourteen hundred and twenty minutes, I ate.
Suddenly, my right ear hole rang loudly that day.
I rubbed that ear hole to make the sound go away.
There was a camera near the money giver.
It was mounted near the top left of the bathrooms.
I ate my big burger amidst greasy fumes.
My last visit there was near the greasy river.
He walked towards the bathroom slinking up from behind.
He wore a long black overcoat below the knee.
He hurriedly left without a goodbye to me.
He wore no smile and had dark shades on like a blind.
My right hole ringing reminded me of both
stories but there is no jury to listen to my oath.
Revised on 07-08-2006at 01:33AM in an attempt at two sonnets…
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