Poem - Past The Nasty Hand The Wicked Sun Becomes

-
past
the nasty
hand
the wicked
sun
becomes

kindly
the precious
storm
loses

quietly
they
poses

the smoldering
kidnapping
forgives

enthusiastically
I
incites

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