A sonnet. The picture is by Ben Heine.
Searching for Thoughts
Searching for thoughts goes on from start to end,Quickened with passion that gives each calling;
Like a blank page where fingers move and bend,
Passion and pain from the footsteps falling.
Again now and now the movements go on,
Deeper within darkness enter a step;
Ignite corners in blaze millimicron,
Starting to grow and becoming more help.
All from the searching from within the brain,
Play with what you know in bitter and sweet;
Narrow each law by reshaping the rein,
Each of its way becomes clear in its beat.
Across clearings a mind searches all through,
Symbols of play know how to continue.
Sonnet by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2010-01-03 at 11:26
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