Risen

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 It rains when you're here,

And it rains when you're not.

The sun shines quite clear

Days before you are sought.

Wind sings whether you

Flash a grin or a frown,

So please take your cue

And stop bringing me down.

My light wings are sheek,

Who knows when they'll be strong?

My legs you've made weak

But that won't stay for long.

I know you don't care;

That's one thing we share.

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I'm putting these in the order of how I wrote them so sorry if the first few are a little rough. This was my first attempt of a sonnet, only it contains nothing but the rhyme scheme.  Apparently there are "beats" associated with them. My NEXT one, however, has those beats. Hoo-rah.

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