There is an ocean between affixing dawns.
Somewhere along the lines we miss the mark.
Get lost in the darkness of a park.
Where the light that shines in affixing dawns.
That world is not so lost.
Not as much as you think.
You get from morning shine
like the night and a candle light.
But when I see the dawns,
you should too, realize there
is so much to discover and not much in you.
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