Sonnet To Soul Windows
he windows of my soul which make me smilewhere ubiquity brings mirth to my face
ah! now become the theater of evils wile
and obligue my compass into menace
day after day an aqueduct of woe
torturing me in dungeon when I break
but,why world is merry in all they do,
and I do not found anyone forsake?
I saw the cruelness of lawless man
the abusing of their given power
the lament and hoot of the hopeless one
'tis harder to refuse what world tender
if I know not the true hope of mankind
then, it might be better to be born blind
02/28/13 *shakespearian sonnet
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