LIGHT
Leaning into what the morning quietly brings In the distance, something warm begins to glow Gently falling through the cracks of every wall Holding on to what the darkness cannot steal Turning toward the sun before the cold sets in
Leaning into what the morning quietly brings In the distance, something warm begins to glow Gently falling through the cracks of every wall Holding on to what the darkness cannot steal Turning toward the sun before the cold sets in
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