TOMORROWS COME
Oh what a day this moment sings
And yet the dawn hangs lower still
No happy songs no golden rings
These treacheries only can fulfil
Though dreams are smitten in ether
Until they aware to gleaming light
And hope reaching out to the future
Such is the posture of worrisome sight
Behold a rainbow throbbing across
A span of rainy season colours
Refusing to fade it brightens a sauce
Long enough though not for hours
Whose songs are sung to Aurora borealis
What humble tones escape throats in awe
What makes a day turn into this
The whim of destiny that's for sure
Flow as it go tomorrows come
Wither their tunes prepared to hum
© gillena cox 2023
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challenge to write a heroic sonnet... 4 alternatively rhymed quatrains (a/b/a/b c/d/c/d e/f/e/f g/h/g/h i/i) and a rhymed couplet. It has no designated arrival of the volta (but it may actually have more than one) but the concluding couplet should summarize the message.
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