A golden morning, shimmering
soft light floods the shivering white
wastes and makes them beautiful,
yet your eyes don't see this, this
brightness that forces mine to
squint after so long a darkness.
Your eyes, they are open only
to the starless waste beyond
this existence, which gives
golden light after a long
dark and little else.
01.04.2023
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