Sonnet #1 - Poem by Luke
Flying high upon the uplifting air,
Hovering beneath the golden Sun.
There isn't a thing in the world that can make me care,
About anything that isn't the least bit fun.
I wait and wonder all day long,
But no one comforts me, helps me out.
No one comes and sings me songs,
Not even one, so I just sit and pout.
So help me fly higher, you magical air,
Help me up, up towards the Sun.
The last thing I want is to have to care,
But sometimes I have to, no matter who won.
So help me to do whatever I want,
And get rid of this feeling, which is such a haunt.
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