Those few; they cry,
For the gold in their gauntlet
While the rest must bleed
To hold the bread in broken fist
And yet and yet, the scales they stay even,
For the fleece of the fawns weigh far less than the fang of a beast
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Amazing.
Thank you very much my friend
Very beautifully evoked ❤
Thank you for your kind words my friend 😊
You’re very welcome