Dry Your Eyes, Bona-Fide Floods Are Not Dry-- Eighth Shadow Sonnet Challenge

Dry Your Eyes, Bona-Fide Floods Are Not Dry Roots dig deep, the virtue of truth grows roots Nights of wantonness; praying thru the night Fruits of my labors, deeds inside my fruit Light make it bright; my soul's abundant light Dreams are my needs, where are my promised dreams? Creation lost life; where is creation? Seems like life has no words; no love it seems Nations can't see my hopes for the nations Soul of the nations; where are the lost soul? Fire, the great divide, walked thru the fire Scrolls of my soul; why did you hide my scrolls? Aspire ambitious love; plan to aspire Why life is, what it is; did pride say why? Dry your eyes, bona-fide floods are not dry. © 2015 DiLinda A. Adams, All Rights Reserved. Eighth Shadow Sonnet Challenge! – Please join me. Poems should rhyme, and have an 10 syllable count and 14 lines to meet the challenge. However, if you just want to be creative please do so. a1xxxxxxxxxxa1 b1xxxxxxxxxxb1 a2xxxxxxxxxxa2 b2xxxxxxxxxxb2 c1xxxxxxxxxxc1 d1xxxxxxxxxxd1 c2xxxxxxxxxxc2 d2xxxxxxxxxxd2 e1xxxxxxxxxxe1 f1xxxxxxxxxxxf1 e2xxxxxxxxxxe2 f2xxxxxxxxxxxf2 g1xxxxxxxxxxg1 g2xxxxxxxxxxg2