The path is bright
the step, thought wise...
and then shadows shift.
I see, all who walk in the dark
will walk in the light
but like a broom in sweep
dawn will be dusked.
Ascending the glory
in breaths of salvation
where perception is bright.
But we are all children
ablaze upon us
where stories circulate
in unwinding words
of understanding
and unswayed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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