Lost in the morning fog.
And - rising high above.
I find sun.
Right where I left it...on the day before this.
Always the same.
Always brand new.
It depends?....doesn't it?
On how I choose to see it.
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Lost in the morning fog.
And - rising high above.
I find sun.
Right where I left it...on the day before this.
Always the same.
Always brand new.
It depends?....doesn't it?
On how I choose to see it.