day 20 | vision

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A streak of light, piercing through the curtains

I remember it like it was just yesterday.

Standing like a tree, that has rooted itself already

Petrified by fear, my mind created the blockade.

My curiosity never broke through.

And now all that's left for me

Are idle speculations going nowhere.

Was the vision a setting sun?

Or a departing soul - now forever gone?

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