Light shines through the windows
Illuminating everything in sight
The wooden desk, the unmade bed
all shining golden
The dawn of a new day
the earth’s morning ritual
is a clean slate for everyone else
The rays of warmth
never reach the spot
where the thoughts of you are—
in the bleak crevices and corners
of my grayscale room
My mourning ritual
The sun wakes the world
turning the sky into a bright blue
But it can’t dust you off
a permanent shadow on the golden floor
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Whether by absence or by troublesome memories this seems a sad poem. Well written
Thank you for the kind words
You are most welcome
Freyaaa, this hit me hard…there’s such a quiet heaviness here. The light is everywhere, but it never quite reaches where it matters. That contrast just lingers. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much
My dear Santa clause whimsy princess this is so beautiful and amazing it has beautiful metaphors and is truly a gift for our soul.
Thank you my glorious poetic glaze king you cannot believe how much I take these words to heart and think about them
You’re welcome my whimsy princess
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