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Sonnet as Carol Ann Duffy

Inspired by the collection ”Rapture”, written by the English Poet Laureate:

You walk, yes, not towards me but away;

Not walk step by step but rather

Steadfast onto this morning’s plane,

Which I missed, lying next to you in our bed

Too sweetly asleep-

But I’m sure I nonetheless felt

The faintness of your caress,

Brushing against my hair or my breast

’Until next time’ they say,

And I do find comfort in words

But only those penned by you or myself.

You stare through the plastic window,

Airborne, and while on the ground I stay,

I bridge our distances with my pen.

Jeronimo Ors 13O’D

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