At the edge of the death of beauty <br />When all music sings grief <br />We find no meaningless in existence of life. <br /> <br />When all the stars shine and moonlight paint <br />shade, we adore light. <br /> <br />When all the insight of wisdom mock <br />Our inquisitive mind, may knowledge and truth <br /> Exist forever.<br /><br />Makhosonke Dhlamini<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letter-to-the-poets-2/
