Monday, 14 September 2015

The Revealing

When lilies bloom radiant in parched fields of death,
When water flows from proud granite walls,

When footsteps leave no prints on the earth,
And clouds maintain a rider,

When sons and daughters prophecy and dream;
These are the days of the mature sons, the awaited ones.

These are the days of the revealing,
of vision restored and DNA pure;
the long awaited reckoning on earth.

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