The one I chose;
dark and dazzling,
a virile young deer,
finest apple tree in the orchard with no orchardist.
The one I saw;
lily among the thorns,
yet dark and beautiful.
A bed of roses, outside the Father's landmark.
ÌYÉTIDÉ
Christian Poetry: Fool's Gold
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