Light is opening its heavy gate
Body guard darkness and its late dawn
Open slowly as jealous dawn cries
Ready light sits in its highest throne
Waiting to its subjects lead
As they move about and seek to feed
It leads kindly its precious light
It helps the poor and helps the rich
It helps the sad, it helps the happy
It helps the sick, it helps the strong
It helps the bad, it helps the good
Even the confined feels its presence
Light oh light! You mother of all!
Your work is noted! Your work is noted!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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How beautiful. ๐
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Thank you very much dear Lisa.
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The lite of day is not just the morn it’s a beginning, a chance to start anew a journey sort is not the roads ends it’s a chance to start a new
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