In the village of gandoki,flanking the swelling rivers of purity were woods thicker than the walls of jericho
As oft as sounded the gong of the king,so also whirled the trees..ears tingled and hearts failed!
It was in this hermit,in swaddling clothes
In a mane,owned by a farmer,a lad and a wife
That sounds of glad tidings emanated…His lyrics were not decipherable by evil ears and minds
Only those who had ernestly awaited this new Adam could enjoy the bliss of hiS news…
ThiS hermit hamlet had been held captive for years without visible hope
Now Adam is born and the world is not enough…
Watch out ,the story has just began…

EJOHN’s thoughts..

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