It is a beauty for the restless.
The darkness engulfing
mightiest trees and mountains.
The blinking light of a distant home,
fighting for its existence.
It carries the burden as
hopes of the dwellers of that house.
But the darkness is strong and stiff.
The blinking light may be weak,
but it hopes to see a brighter light.
It hopes for the morning...
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