Truth, in purest form
That soft touchless caress
reaching from somewhere within my reach,
and yet beyond
What are your secrets of color
of line
your view on struggle
your endurance in time
What can I learn when you give me the vision
see when you give me sight
Too far?
Too much?
When the paths aren’t clear
too little?
too late?
and through it we see the differences
Light, you are as life
and, also, the love within
too much? yet, somehow, never enough
What is this?
Only a glimmer?
and, yet, I feel it fully
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