Sonnet 18

Lambs in the Sea

Written by: Ariel Cabasag

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Dreadful tears run like a river

Where Mikel swirled at me

Snow lays nipped the clouds

Thousand nights cloyed as triumphant sky

Where frantic pain often die

How dreams dwelled the sun

Will you be as dazzling can?

Intently prehend at the snow

Eyes glimpsed at the lambs

Like how hills portrayed as clam

I often run at the sea

Like how you begin the day

Relentlessly unfolded the night

As Mikel eyed the as bright