Friday, 7 July 2017

a sonnet unfinished

in the quiet moments I can hear you
words to music light and shade to a sketch
it is like the acts that say "I love you"
it turns a man an angel from a wretch
if it were just a song from songbird
and I were but a twinkle in your eyes
it would be divine grace from the absurd
from the depths of hell on to paradise.

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