Though thousands of miles apart; yet the writings
reflect the most earnest of souls. Thus sun awakes
just in time to welcome his ambition and his goals.
Lo! thus fingers of this hand wherewith I write; to
honor with pride lone into the new world’s sight.”
Hence glittering into night a zillion stars; moving
perhaps to shape his thoughts. And so as the quill
quickens its pace upon the parchment; Lo! shines
as though crescent beaming bright. Words in turn
speak tongues so clear; thus satiate the soul’s ethe-
At last when someone spoke his name;
Thus portrait beamed inside its frame.
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Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Pub