The Ancient Concord

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 man too inhumane,
serve…