Found Poetry 1,126

3/3/23

each day has seasons
clouds wood flow
wherever it goes
into strength carved
a rolling accident prize
bent in dreams
we print more counterfeit gods
and use them to count our moods

This poem was created from William Shakespeare's collected sonnets. Click here to see a book by Shakespeare.

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