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Sonnet no. 158
by Peter S. Quinn - June 11, 1999 It stood like starlight in the darkest hour, The enlighten ways of the unknown fate; A distinguish illuminated power, Which came from the darkest hours moments straight. I see no light in the hours growing still, That bends the ways where fate has given oath And are in hearts to wake you up and trill: Gleaming flickering light with poets troth. Enlighten will not wait for a conclusion, As strings of each feel, starts strait from each heart: Each experience's nothing but illusion That comes to you and then as quickly depart. There stands the mortal man before detection, He can't hold his place, nor any direction. Peter's Studio |
| reg. id | 27310 |
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| title | Sonnet no. 158 |
| author | Peter S. Quinn |
| year | June 11, 1999 |
| lang. org. | English |
| copyright | Peter S. Quinn |
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