Day by day I constantly continue
My upward conquest to see the daybreak
Like the lark arising, never past due
The grass too tall, a threshold I must break
In order to show a world of colour
My attempts are futile and quite pointless
Colour deteriorates, now duller
A new feeling overcomes, hopelessness.
A new light shines, much brighter than before
My current state lifted much beyond measure
Flourish without concious thought, open doors
I forever beseeched for this pleasure.
I now produce the essence of greatness
Strengh and beauty only come with lateness.
Maurice H. Sonnetor
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