An archer stands upon a mountain’s spine,With bow of yew and string of braided stars;He aims at targets distant and divine,Beyond the reach of planetary bars.The centaur gallops through the groves of light,With thundering hooves that echo in the soul;His arrow is a splinter of the height,A fragment of the uncorrupted whole.The wanderer must track the flying spark,Across the deserts of the vast unknown;To hit the center of the living mark,Upon a summit where the winds are blown.The quiver empties, but the aim is true,Piercing the fabric of the ancient blue.
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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