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To Try Is Human, To Strive, Divine
Sweet summer sunshine
And her warm embrace,
Her radiance, as pale as egg-whites,
Veils her face.
She shies away from you and I
Behind the soufflé of clouds,
Mighty and high,
Far, far away from the mortal crowd.
Or perhaps she's afraid
Of the power we hold
To birth, sunder and devastate
Those shaped from the same dough.
Fragile feeble fingers...
Thursday 18th June 2020 7:24 am
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