Dark Times Poem by JOHN THE GIFTED HANDS

Dark Times



If
dark times does not haunt after the men of light,
how then can we know how precious is the moon upon the diamonds?

If
there were no life in the outskirts and daily strokes of the sun,
can the ways and manners of the tried be gifted?

Without the head the body cannot be punctual
Light and dark times works together for good

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