I know that my words carry New Meanings
everyday. I grow each turn of the Dial
of Time, the Earth when it Orbits and brings
a Division between Daytime and Night.
What are you, Lord Creator but my Source
of strength and dignity, body and soul,
combined in the Spirit of my Discourse.
I am Thine and You are Mine evermore.
To Infinite measures of Harmony,
bliss, serenity, good Conduct in Art.
I express my Free Will by a Golden Harp:
All Humanity's People of one Heart
Which is that of Edith, a sweet girl,
to Elders and Youth, Ill and Disabled.
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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