Sonnet 35
Into a maze of memories I tread...

They say one must grow and never be still,
For stillness is but a poisoning fiend...

How dear are the blackish hours when by
A beautiful soul I pass at dark night...

At times I sit, within myself I look
My joy and pain, my sun and rain, I see...

I smiled when the thick darkness of my own
Began to languish before my young eyes...

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The balance...

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How a memory of a beloved one, can be so true that...

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I sit betwixt my failure and my success, i weigh...

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I believe death and love...

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Reading through the writing of a friend...

I thought the days of vice would never come,
My senses loathed sin and kept it at bay...

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I sit near a fire, and watch the flies of the...