At the Very End of Darkness

Neville

At the Very End of Darkness

 

Where did the light come from

   and who turned it on ..

I mean that golden glow the very

   same colour as halo’s ..

Locked in a room with no windows

   or doors but filled with orbs

   with no present, no past or before

   yet still glowing and darkly ..

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 17th, 2025 05:12
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