Word count, syllables, symbolism
perhaps something related to sea.
Line breaks feeling as though one
talking a walk along the sidelines.
Breathe its not just about similes,
pour your heart into your sonnet.
Every inch of me yearned for love
that bursts unto sky as fireworks!
This I give to you, a poem written
from the depths of my chaste soul.
Yet drops of rain and burning ash
speak of desires that were untold.
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