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)
- Published: January 17th, 2025 05:12
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
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