Sonnet Xxxviii Poem by Billy Aliff
Sonnet Xxxviii
Humanity needs to know,
The times tempest blow.
Real greatness grows,
Secret swelling flow.
The sun warms before the dark
Leaving libel open;
Signs from the spark;
Mother earth's oven to start.
Flames relics of the past;
Preludes trouble to come;
Whoever note it right;
Dislikes hum.
When great dislikes prevail,
Good and bad both fail.
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