Thursday, February 26, 2015

Artificial age~Sonnet

Think deeply.

Is it true?
Ancient forms
Dwarfed by you
Crown is shorn
It is old
It is young
Easy sold
It is done
Twisted, gnarled, chemical
Paradox
Towering soul
shallow rocks
Time invested
Age digested
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