My Winter Days

Will the day tell its secret before it disappears? It’s shining light so bright, before becoming a timeless night of only stars and moon that remain; where so many fear. Yet in the darkness, I remain; even as the light blinds so many from their shame. For the Beauty that surrounds me also causes much pain. Though through it all you have remained nameless in my days.

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Jos A. Smith Art

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