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Poetry News Post #157

something

Written by: Mahesvara Tsinghahla, Tankha-Mhulak Nokh Corus
Date: Monday, December 1st, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone


The light grew so strong,
the only ones remaining
where the Blind.
They imagined, the sky.
Their salvation.
A blind vision.
Now,
left behind
is their burning ashes.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Aequitas, in the year 420 AD.


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