A Sonnet…

Malicious winds curate vastly within

Facilitating a force that riddles

Vulgar, yet deceptively languished, kills

Seen far away a stirred inquisition


Building within a lost infrastructure

Solitude grounds the virtuous lost bill

Its tolerance for mishap always ill

Provocative it withstands the fracture


Reminiscent of a past justly fit

A past that calls upon conformity

This new force a dissident, revenge bit


Broken yet fixture instilled brevity

Reimbursing the reflective walls hit

The canvas of life painted in the sky


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