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Sonnet 19

Sonnet 19

That our today will so soon the past be

does enrage those who prefer breeze to gale

yet we who have sailed the savage sea

fear not the Goodnight of the fading frail.

We welcome the swift passage of the day

and grasping the hours with a fervent hold

live so fiercely that time enjoys no sway

and the heavens smile at such burning bold.

Choose not to wither slow upon the vine

but blossom bright and reaching for the sky

make demand that the sun will ever shine

for those standing proud and yearning to fly.

Then can you at the final eyelid fall

let slip to the sound of the raven's call.

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Jan 02, 2023

Love life, my friend

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