Petrarchan Sonnet (Sonnet 2)


The horrible screams ring out across the land

Babies shriek without their lovely mothers

There may seem to be not many others

With nobody to come and take their hand

Their screams louder than any other band

A daughter tries to find her lost brother

She cannot be a lovely grandmother

This event surely cannot be dreamland

A gentle nice woman holds out her palm

“Come with me I will save you pretty child”

She trusted this woman who seemed so calm

With her lovely face she kindly smiled

Her lovely lips needed no lip balm

Behind her the fire roared oh so wild


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