Sonnet XVI
Every master need an inspiration,to allow their true brilliance come alive,
it takes more than just imagination,
if they want their spirits to survive.
Every miracle must have its reason,
a purpose that can deceive the mind,
but somehow we seek no explanation,
for fear that the truth would leave us blind.
Every mystery has its answer,
its response lie right before our eyes,
if we keep our sight to see forever,
then we have gained more than paradise.
Every master has a reason for their rhyme,
and i my friend, finally have found mine.
INTRAMUROS
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