PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS' DIARY: SONNET-104

Will the pebbled shores make wand towards waves or in reverse? Otherwise,so do the birds of passage frisk away livery rapturous to the end,And every tacit transit doth inscrutable fret illimitable,Still In the clamour of toil,doth a vacuous bone contend,The vanishing shadows that ere generation in chaos and infecundity ambiguously contest,regiment once in the briddle of lightning,fiends to distand lands unknown,canst not salve,Where with being silvermoon appogee's boon doth not this contend,Etchinated feet,a glory of transfix'd gaiety,time cannot deny, And still that gave him glamour doth providence barely contend them,time doth silvermoon contest not when flourish is set,to spring it forth,to jewels on laborious soil,worth its salts,Fructiferous heels feed on the rarities of such curios,And nothing ever abide forever,except if it be a ficlkle or a mere fragrance of its old change, And yet to times ever changing prowess,that distand lands,distilled by heavenly moistures,are despatched .