"sonnet58"
dark one in prison though right here
`tis lost to all that he holds dear
each mind as open as the sky
or on a path that does not fly,
the shrewd see through the mask of pulse
though he believes himself not false,
a mind that's caged as dark heart rules
does not endear the heart to jewels.
the key quite simply is to be
a vase of kindness in decree
`tween mind and deed there is a choice
if cruel `tis wise to hear small voice,
unsure, just watch a child stand near
they let us know who they hold dear.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
26nov11
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