Q Poem by Thomas Kane

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Moments converge on the root matter
Evil being purged in the days latter
Tribulations raptured with the COVID capture
Nations knell to the ultimate benefactor

Make heir to a thorn and thistle a sweet tune
Leaders uprooted plucked before the harvest moon
Light bares a darkened resemblance of eclipsed noon
Northern lights shine a scroll to heaven soon

Sunday, August 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: sun
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