Possible Natural Light
So many artificial lights- flashlights gone; scared me deep inside, but outside I stand fearless. I see you in a different way. You are natural as stars and bright as the moon; my personal moon. Makes me hope for the morrow like a light at the end of the darkest of tunnels; no sorrow.
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