The art of Poesy

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Uhtceare: twelve

Still

I hope that  in some days
you are seeing the light the way i see it.
It may not be pleasant and flawless
As long as you are unclasping the light
that you are holding for so long.

It's not late to open up your windows and breathe,
the sunlight is dazzling and
the air pierced your room
There's no possibility of fumes to inhale
I hope you can get a whiff of peace
as you take your deep breaths
in your windows aperture.

You are still here and you are pampered,
As long as the light that you are seeing,
reflects in your alluring eyes
whilst your peace and freedom are captivated in your mind.
You are alive and existing.
You are still enveloped in grace