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Thursday, October 20, 2016

Sonnet #110

There's just one book, apparently, we need

The only one to read and study, about humanity
It's a good book, and I enjoy it, when I read
this book, I feel connected to some kind of infinity
But, the connection I feel is just as strong
When I stand in a forest and hear the birds
The crickets and rustling leaves, a peace song
played with the gentlest breath of cosmic words
That construct galaxies, fortify the stars, black holes,
And blow a little breeze through autumn leaves
There's other books I know where I feel the souls
All those histories and mysteries burning and free
So, there is just one book, for some of us to read
But don't pretend to me it's the only one I need

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