Awash in white light,
My soul calls to yours
From the drab pebble-strewn cement.
Opaque ice reflecting unseen shadows
From the slush-clogged roads.
The world is as cold and grey as it was yesterday,
But the light penetrates more.
It pierces and cracks open.
And I can feel the hum of life-to-be under my feet.
👽❤xoxoxo❤👽
Nicely done.
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