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In this love that shone
Shone like the birth of the sun
At the darkest hour of the night 
To penetrate the deepest part
Of the meekest soul

In this love then true
Brought the fetters
That impounded both heart and soul
Of the earth's most truest man

This very love
Has detour to a dark cloud
And has become a piercing spear
That had me shattered
In fragment that can't be heal
No! Not with any mortal balm.

     ©Michael Edison

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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