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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I am the newly born face of munificence, unquenchable beauty. My tides are full with bountifulness, like an orchard to the table. My fleece radiates guiltless white, bestowed like a lamb, fresh upon its mother. And the flight of a newborn world is upon the wing My once childish demeanour has grown into a handsome face, with the offer of a pristine horizon as dowry. And the fruits from the fleur de mer are bound for the land, to walk amoung its forests and cultivate its soil. Free of tarnish and burnished by a new sun As the cloud's rivers carry food along my valleys, carved by mighty glaciers, the King Fisher learns its trade and apes are low in prominence. As yet to chase the flame and its future dividend But, as with any river, there are two shores upon which to live. And there are signs that a sheep in wolf's clothing stands two legged and tall upon the other shore. And like the changing of the seasons, too soon its cold has become warm and its warm become hot. Wrapping a ring of savage finality about itself On that bank, benevolence has changed a once accepting face, to one of prideful leers. And the once responsible mien of its manhood has lately become the childish game of a drunken fool to be frittered away, like so many coins And changing tides recede onto unredeeming shore lines, as a water fall's once prized cascade becomes scorched by a pitiless sun. And yet. My heart still resonates with the cries of a dying humanity and should our eyes and ears only perceive it, there is time to nurture this changeling yet. To cross the river and force back the spears of gluttony that have breached this paradise. To grasp the hands of an entire peoples despair and lift them up, like a father to a child and the righteous to the atoned For without this change of games pursued, we leave behind a dessicated husk of rock. To become one of many such trinkets that orbit the lights in the night sky.
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