Sonnet 17

  Dead Leaf

  Written by: Ariel Cabasag

  Stolen novel; please report.

  Wind thy gripped the sea

  Till the green leaf meant thy way

  Relentless nights armed as bay

  Where a ravishing hand carry the land

  No bough might be the sand

  Except the dying rough of ground

  Where a withered leaf often be gone

  Like how the man temporarily be thy fun