Renaissance Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Renaissance



The renaissance of ideals lost,
Lies buried dormant like a grain of corn,
Ready to burst forth into life,
At the genesis of spring.

I wish that springtime
Would return to to the human race,
So bereft of glorious phenomena,
That'll lift us all to euphoria sublime.

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