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POEM 105

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲
𝗨𝗽𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲

𝗘𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹, 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗥𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵
𝗔𝘀 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝘆

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗮 𝘀𝘄𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴
𝗔 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲, 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀, 𝗮 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝘂𝗲
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘄

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗸, 𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗰𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀
𝗘𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗮𝘀, 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵, 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽

𝗔 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗺
𝗔𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘀, 𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗺

𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗧𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀, 𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀, 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗽, 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱
𝗬𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗮𝗿, 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱

𝗕𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲, 𝗮 𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝘀, 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄
𝗔 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄

𝗔 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲, 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲
𝗔 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆, 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘄𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀, 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗲, 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀, 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀, 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲
𝗔 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

✍️ 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝘇𝘇𝘆 𝗨𝗻𝗮𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗸𝘄𝘂