Some, A Few
Some, I only caught a few Of the available light I just saw it From the amount of glare Winced as my eyes as opened Can not stand the flash of arrogant light If I were tried up my hand Trying again to catch sparkle Some, how many times should I try When my shadow disappeared because of those When no ones able to protected When this hope feels more away Some, the time I have to spend off The heat covered my body with sweat Water droplets drip below And blank eyes. Some. Only some, a few. Just a few left. This poem stops like greetings From hai to be nobody When it rises it slips Some useful light then nothing left.
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