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GOLD IN THE MIDST OF CHAOS!



Alas, we came back,
Through thick groves and swampy forests,
We made it through the dark nights,
And the street lights;
Only to step to the other side,
To find something more precious than the calamity that threatened the tide.
All wrapped up in a cozy film;
And to the delight of our souls; we would have given up the parade,
Unless we had stopped to consider the length of the charade!
But all through this, it was worth the ride,
Well prepared, was the feast on our side,
Into the mist which threatened to overwhelm our sight!
We tried, but it seemed we had failed;
Several times, over and over again; our hearts lurched in the adventures of time,
Only then to realise we were at the very brink of discovery-
At dusk, standing face to face with stark reality;
We had finally found precious gold right there in the midst of chaos!

 Written by Ewoma

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