I write for the shine
to indeed be hold.
The sun is the subject,
depleting the cold.
Not at night,
the dark is dead.
The sun will reveal
a new day ahead.
The past is now present.
The future is to be explored.
Thy will do what thy wants,
things of thy own accord.
Time is scarce everyday
Daylight hours evaporate,
day turns into dusk.
Intense darkness will collaborate.
The cold will envelope.
The frost will undertake.
The night becomes alive,
and thy should not be awake.
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