Sun
Blinding sun
With iridescent eyes
Shine upon
My endless cries
And wash away
The hopeless hours
And minutes
That the day devours
Pave the lifeless
Labyrinthine streets
With meandering
Childhood dreams
And guide them to
The golden halls
Beyond my crumbling
Ivied walls
And shine your angelic
Rays of yore
Upon the banks
Of my dying shore
And shine your angelic
rays of yore
so that my soul
will be reborn
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