Sonnets Poem by Nick F. Hawkins
Sonnets
The wind blows
With empty promises,
These days being honest
Evolved into an
Ancient sonnet,
A sonnet only found
In antiquated museums,
The word promise has
Lost so much meaning,
The word honest
Has disintegrated in
The vocabulary of
Supreme beings
Monday, March 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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