One fine morning
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    Step by step, I walk toward the door.
    Light shimmers, falling through the cracks.
    The blinding brightness
    Shadows the fallen figure, dressed in menacing black
    The antiquated wooden floor creaks
    And bears forewarning
    To the impenetrable silence that darkness
    Awakes to each fine morning.
    The stranger reaches out blindly
    Toward the illuminating door.
    He hopes to feel, to touch
    But the effort alone becomes a futile chore.
    “I see such pleasant light
    Brightening my dreary blue-green eyes
    Yet as I trudge into the incessant darkness
    My mind drifts apart.
    Like shells on a shore, I spread
    In a river of lost hope, filled with unceasing dread”
    But here lies the palpable light
    Unless just eyes deceive
    Resting behind the steel fortress
    Awaiting the gleaming heart with the right key
    Malevolent clouds fill the ominous skies
    With each tearful day.
    Yet the light still rises with each fine morning
    At any time, in any way.

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