He clears the feathers of a virtue,
Open the doors to the fallacy,
For philosophy can strive benignly,
Cleansing the rich soil so fermented.
I see a clarity of beaming heraldry,
Fussing me with its stare and dare.
He clears the path for the discovery,
My rights denied, my reckoning appearing.
I see ahead a clear road of the size
One marvellously rejoins on hearing.
For the knowledge of cleaning water
You acquire the religion of righteous men.
Topic(s) of this poem: virtue
Form: Free Verse
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