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sophia

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one saw Wisdom seated
in the arms of a rocking chair,
each line a map on Sophia's face
life's road had traveled there

one found Wisdom standing
among poppy fields bright,
in the eyes of knowing's tender youth
glowed innocent's insight

and Wisdom watched man searching
for her fountain where he may
blinded to the fact
that his own eyes would betray
the truth that Wisdom was
in the scales that he'd weigh

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this was an early poem of mine
it's fun to look back and see how one's own writing style
changes over time