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Ray of Light

The ray of light penetrates the windows of the soul,

Wanting and not yielding.

The bright ray of light, prying the shutters open,

Yet they remain closed, unwilling to be broken.

Shining and blinding, is the ray of light.

Even the tallest of trees, the strongest of the mountains

and the smallest of the flowers

Are dying to get a glimpse,

To bask in its glow.

The hurts ceases the pain to smile,

The withered sheds its tears to blossom.

But this light,

This ray of light

Is never enough

To summon,

to reach

The soul that is already weeping in the dark abyss.