Aurora Borealis

Light show by natures playwright

By Jess SPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Shy, blithe play of light

concealed to the naked eye

penned by earth's author

One day I will be myself again,

and this darkness might come to an end,

and all doubt will cease,

and all strength will rise.

One day my tainted memories will be left behind,

and I will be able to see the world through a clear lens.

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