NaPoWriMo Poem 13 Erasure

(Erasure of lines 1-18 of Paradise Lost: Book 1 By John Milton.)

 

Fruit Tree, our woe,

Restore us blissful Muse.

On the secret top

Of Heav’ns and Earth,

Chaos delight thee more

Above th’ Aonian Prose Temples.

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