They beach upon a coast of fossilized time,Where amber forests hold the sunlight fast,In sticky prisons of a golden slime,Where every breath is a memento of the past.The leaves are translucent as a dragonfly’s wing,Suspended in a slow, viscous decay;The silent birds have forgotten how to sing,Trapped in the gloaming of a gilded day.The wanderer treads on floors of polished gum,Seeking the exit from this lucent maze;His senses are with ancient perfumes numb,Lost in the splendor of the resinous haze.Time is a fluid here, not a ticking clock,A sea of honey 'gainst a crystal rock.
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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