Darkness
Branches swinging heavily in the rain,The night sky, darkness, awaits.
A man stands uncertain;
His faith reflects upon the window in vain.
Suddenly, time escaped.
And doubts are felt in every place.
The light from the ashes will reshape,
For I have forgotten my face.
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
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Written on 2025-08-05 at 08:28
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