Found Poetry 217

2/3/20

sin falls like leaves in autumn
if you are present to losses
you will be stronger than folly
and not be hungry for numbers
and will love what loves you
streams of happiness will not dry

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

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