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In the End Is Christmas
I will tell from the perspective of men,
I know firm, and I trust,
The earth is a tunnel and,
Men are Voyager always on the traverse.
Through and through,
There's the ups, and the downs,
Morning light is hope, but
Nighttime is full of rancors.
At the brink end of the passageway,
Is the hope for redemption,
The saver is born in the dust-laden season and,
There's the Christmas.
When you've seen all these,
Prepare yet for another turn.
Copyright ©
Ugwu Kelvin
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