The Scholar steps from out the blinding white,To find the City bathed in amber husks,Where meaning does not struggle with the light,But glows within the quiet of the tusks.The frantic adjectives have gone to seed,The verbs are resting in the velvet soil,For no one feels the metamorphic need,To justify their existence or their toil.A silent consensus holds the world in place,A grammar of the heart, direct and deep,That writes its beauty on the open face,Of those who wake and those who fall to sleep.The Scholar drops his stylus in the sand,A stranger in a mute and hallowed land.
MICRO FINANCE unknown to many is the sole panacea to mass poverty eradication in human society.The blog specifically focuses on the industry around the world but with more bias on Africa-unarguably the poorest region of the world.
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