UPON THESE LINES and verses in the dark that I composed on pages of my mind the fire light casts shadows from behind and then it sailed in parabolic arc— how great a blaze can spring from little spark! a word was writ in flame as though divined then evermore unto the night consigned but only then did I perceive the lark that in the darkness took me by the ear as by the hand, with lilting melody to guide me through the valley of my fear until my vision is restored to me now rays of morn above the hills appear until this day I never learned to see
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So beautiful Max. Thank you