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Somber Call

Amber hued sunlight splayed through paned glass

Spilling onto walks and walls

Photons dashing

Sight unseen but for retinal signals in red blue yellow

The gift of sights and colors oft taken for granted

Much as the bright lights in life…

the musicians, the poets, the painters, the seekers

Cry and cry harder as life be lost to darkened madness

Cherish and love all that you can

Hold no possession over love or its subject

Be a light and fill the hours you have with passion!

Fear not to light the pilot of your own being!

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