All in the past belonged
To Darkness, but Light.
The Light appeared when
To God asked the path Right.
Paths were too desolate
To light, with The Light
That peeped on earth from
Their domain's height.
Domains of wisdom
Remained dreary
Until thoughts had
Many a furrow plowed.
Seeds of imaginations
Sprouted as passions rained.
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