Sonnet 23
Down to a grave that would never be seen...

Sonnet 24
Vernal lively flowers with colours high...

Sonnet 25
How I long for a cool breeze when I sit...

Sonnet 26
I lost your face when you left for too long...

Between the gorgeous daisies i do walk
Fully aware not to step over them...

An empty wide street I look down to see
Around each corner a ghostly presence...

Sonnet 29
A seedless oaken tree, when buried whole...

On high steep rocks within the winds forlorn,
Greeted by sun, guarded by angel eyes...

Sonnet 31
An infant I cried when my cradle shook...

Sonnet 32
In a desert of distraction and joy...

Sonnet 33
I long for a breeze which is somehow cool...

Sonnet 34
A trace I trace, with hasty lively pace...