Pre-birth, I can but think, yet never know
The mystery of the 'never there' confounds
My mind. There are no scents - no sight - no sounds
No seed of hope from which a world might grow.
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Very beautiful but also makes perfectly logical sense. The best kind of sonnet.(smile)