English Sonnet

DEEDS Along life's way there are the little cells, inside of which are lives in parallel, the walls are windowless so no-one sees therein if hearts are warm or cold diseased. The island of the home and of the man, small enclaves set upon an oceans span where living is dim seen amongst the waves, close as your hand, far away as the grave. Words are a sound inspiring or just plain and through them real insight is hard to gain, the coding of a man’s most true intent is when words purchase action, honest spent. Then we will understand how truthful reads the manifest of people through their deeds.