Saturday, 18 March 2017

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I write to heed my plight of suffering
And thus wisely weathering
A dark cloud that does shroud me:
And my sanity - a grave mentality
Reality, my delusions and confusions
Can become character creations;
And as the nights quietly pass by
I am prone to shed a tear and cry.

I am humane, gentle and soft
And hold ever so greatly aloft
A morality of what was I sanity
To a wise Christian community.
 But regardless of these sensibilities
I am still prone to be ill-at-ease.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/03/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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