When trying to find solace,
the breath of light upon my face.
It’s tender feel, throughout my soul,
touch beyond, griefs console.
Light beneath the truth’s gleam.
Let alone, beyond control.
Shimmer the touch, sweet nothings,
perhaps a glow, and the lights acclaim -
to the mighty and strong - a chapter closed.
Yet it sings, the futile song.
Can you feel? Tonights pain?
The mighty light? The endless rain?
The stream shall flow, to reach its end,
light shall follow, in a gleam bent.
A fare truth, a nice game -
Perhaps you might, try again.
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