What Makes You, You
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Not tiny grains of earth,
Nor waves nor drops of waters
That makes a mountain's worth,
And an ocean what matters.
What makes you, my dear life?
Endless details, nor dots,
Acts nor feelings nor thoughts,
Then what makes you so rife?
Made are you rife with something
Special, that makes a li'le perch
In life of a lasting search,
What makes among seasons spring!
Yet, no'ne asks spring why ‘tis spring,
A spring is spring, or nothing.
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Sonnets | 04.07.18 |
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