The Effulgence Within: A Sonnet on Mixed-up Gropings

Friday, December 16, 2016

A Sonnet on Mixed-up Gropings

I know not what strange affliction assails me today Somehow it tells me Aba, you’ve gone too far Hold, hold, why don’t you realize it’s not your day Conscerate all to Lord and spare the unnecessary spar You indulge in, in your rationality walks of daily life All are nothing but mere exercises in... Sign in to see full entry.

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