life comes at me in rhythm
words come at me in rhyme
toil teaching wisdom
the only place is time
walk along the seashore
frolicking in the snow
tasting all the sunshine
existing as i go
Wystan and Emily
sang a sonnet just for me
silently throughout the years
it danced a journey to my ears
by Richard W. Bray
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