5.2.2025
What possesses the ignorant mind In its surety to find Solutions to this world of woe, Inherently knowing the way to go. Intelligence is a dearth, A pittance when true knowledge is found Above our mental altitudes Known upon evolving earth, Far above the common ground Save for special interludes.
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