at the end of the night
the lonely one saw
that no matter how dark
and empty
the long, cold hours felt,
there would always be
a new dawn
and with it,
his strength
would return.
at the end of the night
the lonely one saw
that no matter how dark
and empty
the long, cold hours felt,
there would always be
a new dawn
and with it,
his strength
would return.
true 🙂
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