Burned Away
The golden light, herald of dawn Before it’s might, the silky clouds last not long. They burn away, fade to naught And above it all, blue sky is wrought. I feel a kinship to these fading mists Burned away by the trials of the world. Burned by my own golden light As it shines, so far off, yet bright. I crumble. I fade. I turn transparent, I am a shade. The winds blow, tugging at…
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