Adam Ray Cronk

Sonnet 3

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River and stream carved out through my woodlands,
flowing back home to the salt of the sea;
carrying sparks and waves from beforehand,
littered with light and astonishing me;

Rapids roaring, sound off like a heartbeat,
echoing cadence in rhythmic fine-tune;
a strong reverb, tangible and concrete,
reflects your thoughts in the light…

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Sonnet 2

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The clouds o’er the trees arise sublime,
bred life through blood shed oft this time of year;
Obtained through this concord still kept through time,
agreed to be repaid renewed and clear;

Cyclic nature bereft of loss and gain,
does not concern itself with whims so rife;
The selfish acts of…

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Adam Ray Cronk

Adam Ray Cronk

Writer | Poet | Mediocre Chef | Health Enthusiast