through the trees
as it stops
to crush
branches
toppleing
over me.
At night I'll grow back
and forget how bright
it was.
Reflections
make it
unreal.
unable to tell
if the sun's eyes
are worth blindness.
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| The sun's eyes through the trees as it stops to crush branches toppleing over me. At night I'll grow back and forget how bright it was. Reflections make it unreal. unable to tell if the sun's eyes are worth blindness. |
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