Move On

Crawl to the sill
Still the rain flows as a fine haze
The haze controls how to comprehend the latch
Latch onto every harmful thought
The sun thought to hide from misery
Misery that hovers and clings for life
Life is nothing without light
Light your torch in your dark cave
Strive young one, strive






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