Sonnet ( I ) By Elcypher

"Verse 001"
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How do merchants tell of treasures?
When nought is far cherished beyond
O, in what tongue b'seeches measures
To price honour in shades of stound?

Such, my motion of thoughts o'erweighed
Like a merchant to recount grace;
Of which tongue to appraise your  gaze
Served before my gaunt mind to wade.

But, in this reminiscence if
Ever time grows to please but men
I'd invent a wing, thus stand stiff
To grace this mem'ry of yours then.

For, worthless shall these praise beseem
Yet, no longer prove to be mine
If not to your honour they dim
To surpass time and freshly shine.
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El cypher.
"Dedicated to Ife Miracle (Mimmy)"