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| Spark in the dark |
| by Harriet Oliver |
A spark is noticeable in the dark
when at the sky gazing up
as a lark settles on bark
and rain evades an empty cup.
The lark is plump
and feels on tree stump
an alarming nudge
as tree meets sludge.
Along the clock's hand
the hour's still small
being young & in command
climbing hill considering all.
Youth glamorous ever & anon
as the earth's forever round
anonymous millions remaining anon
pause to listen to thunderous sound.
What is wealth without health
or wisdom telling withal
when momntous gaining of stealth
fares well in any bright hall. |
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