What Love Endows
Darkness, blackness
For all intents is flatless
Divine prong, throng
It’s not always wrong
We all enthrall
In case we fall
Time enlists, it exists
For all, it insists
That we can love, like above
Sometimes just need a shove
The brightest light
Does bring life
So now--we plow
What love endows
Russell Sivey
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