Found Poetry 1,115

12/30/22

a story borrowed
tired and gilded
yet whoever read shall reap
as the moods of hours lead
from bed to table to bed
eyes cut the words
into windy shapes
their true telling

This poem was created from William Shakespeare's collected sonnets. Click here to see a book by Shakespeare.

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