Pink dawn
In the time of the storm
What adventures await?
In the time of the storm
What adventures await?
Treading day
So little to say
Nothing revealed in the light
So little to say
Nothing revealed in the light
Fall of dusk
Out of the husk
The seedling seeks no Sun
Out of the husk
The seedling seeks no Sun
Coming night
Eyes find sight
A world made of dreams.
Eyes find sight
A world made of dreams.
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