Sonnet Central Submissions

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Divisions, lengths, unfold the piths of time.

The spin as motion prompts the will to rhyme

as greater sweetness plies the pass with verve

on the only place that plays the game, observe.

The lofty trees, the fish at sea, all, live,

and eek their potent glee with pressing drive

in seasons growth, with patterns sheer to reach,

and find the most of urge, the form beseeched.

Beauty borne of concept, came as gift,

the most magnificent, midst stars in shift,

not of waste but wrapped of creation mist

and thrilled in mind as up and wildly dispensed.

Oh sweet and history, inalienable;

our life as joyous power, and potential.