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ON THE NINTH NIGHT
There was a dark fog
Just after the big blast.
To see the beauty of His art
He commanded for there to be light.
The fog spread, the skies parted for the sun
And there it lay, complete clarity.
Like a woman with no earrings
There was a deficiency in the beauty.
Why does everything crawl and glide?
In His wise mind, He thought
There must be something upright
With a complete mind and foresight.
Yet He pondered, what's a mind that can't judge?
On the ninth night, God created love.
For He wanted man to manage other emotions
To deeply appreciate the complexities of human connection.
Copyright ©
Hakim Fuhad Mansaray
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