sonnet #1,651
In tranquil times I'll sip a cup of tea,
And call to mind the memories of chance,
And meditating, ancient acts enhance,
As breathing is a deed unforced and free.
As memories are muddled, no key
Unlocks their order, secret circumstance;
With underpinning passion tears advance
A gallery of rascals random apogee.
If fragile friends who couldn't ever win,
Are there too, thin skinned, they're inanimate;
Old bullies, frenemies and bad ass kin,
Among deceased forgotten glide and wait.
I don't recall my calling you at all,
If you were first to love, I was to fall?
(Chorus)
o all
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