That soft beautiful terror upon sunrise, what can I possibly say to you whose mission is to decorate nature's essence with gloomy days and gloomy nights
What on earth! you think with all your wiles, you can possibly sieve nature's elects away from the word, the word which is life, The life which to mankind is light
You are so used to disapprovals, noises and groanings
You feel so edgy at the sound of quiet breathing
Stop now! desist I say from all your manoeuvres. I cannot be put under the ground
I may not have basked and blinked for long
I still cannot be buried
I have been ransomed, bought and washed by nature's blood. I have been brought to the divine throne room where grace spoke and my yokes broke!
©lightpen
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