Poem 6

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Fast as light,

Quicker than night,

Shall the day come soon.

Just as once in a blue moon.

Shocking as a spark,

Looming as the dark.

Comes Desertion

To fast for an reaction.

Digging low to form an hollow space,

creating thus a very pale face.

But steady as a marksman's hand,

It comes to land,

At the very hollow space,

Covering at a pace.

It's name is Comfort

It causes Joy to jump forth.

In a blast of array,

Oh please make way!

Here passes a joyful soul,

No more pale as a ghoul.

But a face shinning as sunlight,

And with a heart full of delight.

Is a soul with a great life,

Free and light without strife.

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