On this turbulent, He laid him dwelling,
To enjoy the riches of storming clamouring,
He dares not look to His face,
Or will He show him His Grace,
Since his Skin is his woe.
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An insightful rendition set aside for sober reflection. Beautiful poem nicely encapsulated and elegantly embellished in beautiful in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Adekunle.