Light Dawns


Once the darkness was everywhere,

but now it has had it’s time.

It thought it could last for ever.

It thought it could cover its traces,

but it was wrong.

We found the key

to open up the sky

and let light shine.


Now its time is ending,

the key is turned and

the sun pierces the sky

revealing, 

not everything,

but some things.

Enough.



https://4fpskykey.blogspot.com/2025/03/lynn-white.html


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