At College, we were asked to do a Shakespearean Sonnet for our Creative Writing class, so here is mine ^^  

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A l'Université, on nous a demandé d'écrire un Sonnet Shakespearien pour notre cours d'Expression Ecrite, et voilà ce que donne le mien ^^

Ephemeral

In this dark, uncanny dream I see

That at my feet lays a wilted flower.

As fragile as my life which seems to flee,

As if it was its own, dreary shelter.

Its delicate petals pointing the Sky,

I can almost hear its frenzied call.

Off Of it my eyes I cannot pry,

When I witness some of its petals fall.

As if bewitched, my eyes suddenly close.

My energy drained by this senseless dream,

I taste the comfort that sleep bestows,

The subdued Sun offering its own gleam.

Am I fantasizing or am I dead ?

I'm scared finding the truth will hurt instead.

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