A Rolling Question

In one of winter nights
When the moon creeps harshly toward sun,
I looked through the window
And for a second thought;
What if this darkness would forever last?
No more shining rays,
And in the air you can chase nothing
But darkness and scary sounds?
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath,
And to this new world tuned my soul,
Then once I opened my eyes to the horizon again,
I found a shiny ray,
Yet, the sun was not in sight,
Through my head a question rolled
could sun have changed her mind again,
or this light is completely mine?

 

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