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Sonnets Sadness is as ever more,
As I walk in through heavens door,
A thought of which I cannot stray,
Has come and been in such a way.
Such as happiness nor caring,
Has ever left me swearing,
For hatred is my lover,
A love I have discovered.
As learning is to age
Is my happiness to rage,
And as music is to thinking,
Is an endless pit in which I'm sinking.
And now a thought of which I cannot stray,
Has come and been in such a way.
Age Like Rage
...as learning is to age/is happiness to rage... a fine fine line, new poet to PP. Welcome and look forward to reading more deftly constructed insights ~~~Lady A