Jun 5
The brightness of your face
Illuminates the shadow of time.
The unconscious space becomes conscious.
And the dust begins to form.
A circular shape,
Like a tree without branches.
We came from nothing.
And we wake up in the shadows.
The reflections of our conscience are…
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