Vision


In the corner of the room beholds beauty of a creature that falls upon my gaze.
Through the nights sky a twinkle of light hits your face and then you’re gone.
A mystery of man that’s destined to be.
Working magic behind the scenes to create the embodied vision.
Too hopeful to admit the shadows will fade.
For light shines on within the next day.

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