Hour Of Knowing - Poem by Jinge Norvall
Mists of doubt are rolled away
As the fog of confusion burns off
Revealing the expansive azure skies
No more roiling black clouds
Or startling thunderclaps
Amidst an electrified atmosphere.
Oppressive black night gives way
To the insistent laughing sun..
Darkness has had its hour-
This is the Hour Of Knowing.
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