White Glow

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It is dark here

Almost pitch black

But the glow of pure white of my dress serves as my light.


It's not so dark and scary here anymore

Not when white flowers bloom from the trees

And I look up at them like they were stars in the sky.


The animals that reside here are enchanting

They cast their own white glow


They are seen as spirits of the forest.

No, of course it's not scary here

It is beautiful.


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