From depths of violet, the leviathans rise,With scales of nacre and with eyes of pearl;They view the world with ancient, cold surmise,As phosphorescent banners they unfurl.Their gills are harps that play the music of tides,Their fins are membranes of a woven light;A silent majesty in them resides,The sovereign monarchs of the liquid night.They circle the vessel in a slow design,Demanding tribute of a secret thought;They trace the patterns of a glyph divine,In webs of bubbles that the currents caught.The king bestows a memory of the sun,And thus the passage of the deep is won.
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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