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From Light to Poem
Going with sight to the dark caves of minds,
Away from the stress of the modern days.
You glimpse suddenly a wandering, fast moving white light,
Hides everywhere and you want to hold it.
Traveling urgently to your hopeful soul and zealous heart,
Asking for their strongest torch of undying light.
With the blink of eyes within your eager inside,
The strongest light welcomes with love the white.
Words start to be written finally on the papers,
Like raindrops set finally on the drought lands.
E.I.H.
