The night like a wading foot;
The twin of my bleak root.
The dawn of light shunned the shore.
Then was beauty like a sage spurring every act of misery.
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A refined poetic imagination, Bonaventure. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Thanks dear, Sure I will do.