The Darkest Part
This part is deep and dark, indeed not which i can see
Either black or night out are days of mind that's not pleased
On soil that appears wide but we hide
Cover up all time like bees to the hive.
Beaming with gesture but sun isn't joined to its source.
See how impossible... But to the bearer, it is a lot.
Traces of dark dart thrown at the shadowless spot.
By the way it flies but don't know where it stops.