What wisdom does bring
To the wilting white flower, a dove does sing
A hymn of truth, a sacred offering
An immortal voice that echoes
Onto the wilting, onto the withering and hopeless
A hymn of truth
What wisdom does bring
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In the darkness
Sits a crow with broken wing
Perched upon the head of blind man’s king
Delights he at the sight of his new crown
With jewels of ignorance dripping down
χLaila Leone