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Jun 12, 2008
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Sonnet 6
My strength goes up and down, but underneath
The surface pales behind the sharpened goal,
And what I've done to see this field of heath
Is nothing but a light wave for my soul...
Instead of being wealthy I crave more
To add all voices in a hole of things,
Which I, myself, shall dig through to explore
Along with skies of angels without wings.
My grief is just the chance to be alive
In poverty of Universe and times,
But stay with me and calmly learn to hive
The cloak of silence from those helpless rhymes.
My throat is now guitar with thousand strings
Enforcing pain to humble 'til it sings.
The surface pales behind the sharpened goal,
And what I've done to see this field of heath
Is nothing but a light wave for my soul...
Instead of being wealthy I crave more
To add all voices in a hole of things,
Which I, myself, shall dig through to explore
Along with skies of angels without wings.
My grief is just the chance to be alive
In poverty of Universe and times,
But stay with me and calmly learn to hive
The cloak of silence from those helpless rhymes.
My throat is now guitar with thousand strings
Enforcing pain to humble 'til it sings.
— Unlight, Jun 12, 2008
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RSScheerer
17 years 12 months ago
My strength
Unlight
17 years 12 months ago
Ronda, I’ve made some
RSScheerer
17 years 12 months ago
Much better
Unlight
17 years 12 months ago
done!
RSScheerer
17 years 12 months ago
Finished
weirdelf
17 years 8 months ago
really like what you have done with the revisions here.
Unlight
17 years 8 months ago
Jess, I’m glad that my
rider68
17 years 8 months ago
Truly Inspiring work,
Janice Pearce
17 years 8 months ago
Sonnet 6