Heights that mere depict the flesh of depth,
The abstract path, the endless length,
Fearless sight to all at it sets,
No fear, no doubt, the One it gets,
Covering the sand, the earth, the soil,
Wrapped at the out, as if the coil,
Making wonders out at the track,
Suppressing the clique, forming a Rack.
2 comments:
lovely. :)
waiting to read more.
good work !!! post the sonnets and octaves too !!
Post a Comment