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My Sonnet
leo ledesma
Blind, liken to the philosopher’s cave,
Where sight is not sight, our vision shallow.
We shun the divine gift we thus deprave,
Life’s beauty and truth hidden in shadow.
We shield our eyes from heaven’s brilliant light,
And the gleaming grin of the azure face.
From candles of night we hinder our sight,
Willing to share darkness’ cold embrace.
We pass fields of fallow and grassy knolls,
The ancient guards of the primordial growth,
The golden mirage of the crumbling bowls,
Transfixed on selfish thought doth break the oath.
Pity the world, for life is what we see,
Suffer the gift, say the fools of ennui.
leo ledesma has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of leo's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of leo's latest works: