Dr Abe V Rotor
When all’s mum that nothing is wrong,
Like the stillness of a clear stream,
In the comfort of bed and a throng
In the idleness of song and dream.
When all says, “yes” in their wagon
Rolling on with the band, the more
The doldrums deafens into a storm
Beyond the sight of any harbor.
In books and in stars are written,
Truth’s not seen when newly sown;
Like words of fire from one brave pen,
Break the night with the light of dawn.
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