//PETRARCHAN SONNET// When I behold the pair of doves on dome The grieving dullness shine like rubescent eye The hemlock stagnant within vocal sigh Around the buzzing Breeze of warmth yet dim numbness twixt bosky rattling glen of tomb Heart like, as signature river their love high And goes, rise slumber memoir years in lay When I behold the wings tomb to eyes climb Oh Beauty cre'tion 'HE' thy fled insight Of me, thy heart on where just glance on me Thou risen sorrow bard ere blithe were bard Words spire like torn the heart to Ooze a weight Of ere, take tis eternal bed with me The torn virgin thy love in bed I rest OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATdarknessbg1 • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ✨ Collab with your soulful words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.