Sterling Stir (Sonnet Iii) Poem by Edgar Andrade Baguio
Sterling Stir (Sonnet Iii)
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It creeps down under,
With its messenger;
Digging deeper holes,
For more darker poles;
Grinding rocks to sands!
Pounding stones by hands!
Toiling day and night,
Claiming its last fight.
Like Trojans' guise horse,
Leaving sure remorse;
To weeping sockets,
And empty pockets;
Weakens men's belief,
In simple relief.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: inner world
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