Into this quiet room; with sweet relief
the sense of oneness with oneself returns;
the glorious, restless world no longer thief
through thought, of all that for that oneness yearns;
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Your sonnets seem to have given birth to themselves effortlessly which is the mark of all great art!
Another great poem, you're on a roll this morning! My 'quiet room' is my front porch. Everyone needs that escape. Sincerely, Mary
This has inspired me to write of my 'heaven overlooking the Nile'. Hope you approve. GS