CURTAL SONNET with IAMBIC PENTAMETER _________________________________________ Dear death I proud to have in life of mine My breath my life my beats of heart is waste That ticking tocking dials are no use No death is like disease without a wane Oh life without of death no soul.skin suit Oh life you are not great don't proud just cause Oh Death you are a aim to life.and goal Come quench the Proudness of the life with gust Oh Death just bring that shroud with box and Muse Let us to bloom and fly with shroud and veil Cleft dark with glint CURTAL SONNET it is 11 line poem with IAMBIC PENTAMETER 11th line contains spondee METER RHYME scheme--abcabcdbcdc #yqbaba#aestheticthoughts#yqrestzone#yqdidi#yqkavi#sonnet#curtalsonnet#death
