On the way to the sun
I will walk to the light of the sun
So it burns me to caramel ashes,
Blinding sight, calming blood that rashes
Round and round none in weary skull
But a wish that my road wasn’t dull.
I will be on the way to the sun,
When the moonlight braces me numb.
24.02.2021
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