Is there not one sun in my world?
No rays to warm a wintry day?
Not a peep of a golden halo through clouds
that shadow beneath, the earthen way
What I wish for hides behind shrouds
like a glasshouse, invisible and tormenting
I have known what is known
Yet knowledge is wanton, I'm still wishing.
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