Locks Of Hair, Flowing: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

Locks of hair, flowing,/
cascade down her shoulders./
The sunlight catches it, glowing,/
causing suitors to be bolder.

She, fearful, hesitates,/
to take that first stride./
Having learned, too late,/
that it’s sometimes a bad ride.

Yet he, not spurned,/
presses on to know her more./
For in his wisdom he’s learned/
what trust and faith are for.

Those traits, correctly called upon, can unlock the actions/
that make fear undone and open up life’s passions.

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