Soloman Bardolomew Joyrsavno


Spring Of Knowledge

Spring of Knowledge
Burst forth today!
All that hearsay
N Contemplative whispers
Couldn’t make crisper
The air of your first feast
Z screenchilds feed the least
And miss springs glow
So show, and grow, and know
Your Moonlighted face
Could have a new place
In the lofty song-halls of you unbeknownst gods

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