The future enshrouded in shadow; unknown
The past beckons, singing its lost love songs
Lessons past, never right nor ever wrong
Lessons in our path may yet help us grow
Winds of chance and fate by which we are blown
To the past mistakes, to whom we belong
To our further estates for which we long
Souls cry for either side; Our love unsewn
In regards to future or past, alas
What is meant to be is still yet unseen
Whether we’ve learned, or still have much to do
Comes to each of us, comes to me and you
In each such moment, both exist in dreams
Our pieces, our memories come to pass
Thanks to Jack @for_my_Juliet for inspiring me to do a #SonnetSunday
Hope it’s up to snuff. ^__^
Written in the Petrarchan sonnet styling.
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