WHO is the Sunshine gleaming at a world of pronounced darkness?
WHO is behind those splendid heated rays? I wonder WHY that WHO forgives MY darkness, each dawn, after I return from MY descent, like Orpheus, trying to reclaim lost love in the night previous…
My morning words, O’harian diaries of secrets illuminated by that WHO, the WHO taking no interest in my hiding as WHO shines forth to uncover my pain.
The WHO asks why must I self-censor as Vladimir, hiding my prose from the light?
Surely others also feel THEIR darkness, and dare to reveal it in the light of day?
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