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Reimagining the Shakespearean Sonnets

"One must have a little chaos in themself to give birth to a dancing star"

-Friedrich Nietzsche

Must I compare thee to a summer's day?

When thou art the wintry tempest

of the most powerful night,

the power you hold ethereal,

your person most divine.

You cannot be a summer's day,

for thou art the blooming spring

Perfumed air, singing with muliebrity

engulfs you in it's divinity,

taking inspiration from the way you grow,

from your ashes, like a phoenix, you take flight.

And if you were a summer's day,

you'd be a burning sensation

of undying passion- nature's promise

of a better tomorrow.

More than being just lovely and temperate,

thou art a force of nature to be reckoned with.

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