Moss land thereon a peat so fair–
Whirled peas are unaware.
Multiple angles find good will.
Master destroyed his clay
by pointing to a cloud path way.
To seek a peep and two be still.
‘Raw’ ‘Ices’ fill in loving truth
for all to share a fruit.
From rock and air to fire flies
some buzz the silent nights.
With their luminous shiny lights
some stop the wars so noone dies.
What is the prize? It’s blessed rest.
Don’t fail the test and become wise.
Author’s note: First attempt at Jeffreys Sonnet poem.
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