Light shines gratefully
Upon the floor,
After a long absence.
The tapping stops on the cold surface
Of the glass window, that separates the dark from the light,
And shelters warmth with chill reflection
On the face
Of a weary bystander.
They wait, but for a dawn of emptiness.
The light spreads
Through the world,
Through trees and mountains and even the
Loneliest cavern.
But the figure waits, standing
In the dark.
Please tell me what you think
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A good write. It has that mysterious vibe to it. I dunno that's just my opinion. Overall it was good.
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