If ever you're in doubt when times begin,
begin without time's delineation,
delineate, divide any nation
and nationalities shall shift again.
Again we find ourselves in a no win,
no win, therefore, no lose situation
that situates a future for those shun
where shunning shall become their salvation.
Salvation throughout time requires strength,
a strength that time has lent to every race;
each race that's run returns us to the start
where starting new, we each must run its length.
Each length will bring us closer to the face
that we must face to understand the heart.
Author notes
image credit: LUIS AYRES
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Comments
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I like the cyclic nature of this. Very good.
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Thanks, the faces in the photo made a wreath so I went for a wreathed sonnet.
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