A Sonnet
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Última publicación lun, oct 8, 2012
This poem is a sonnet that I wrote. It is inspired by love and the lack of love in todays brutal society, the cold blanket of snow representing the beauty of the natural world and the coldness of the human world in which we live.
I hope this makes people think. That is all I wish for.
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