It is the Morning of the World.
Great shafts of light pierce
what seemed in the depth of night
to be a permanent darkness. Already
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Beautifully crafted poem, a call to the man to feel free and come out of the darkness and face the reality
Thank you Rini. That is exactly my hope for this poem that it nudge readers toward the light
Hey, Daniel! I have limited time to comment—and of course PH will limit me. That said—I like this! Especially infinite line of tomorrows assembled across space. The language, choice of words, strikes me as inspired. Cool! -Glen
Already the World is not just lit by bright streams but it shines as if an answering light from its interior is being lifted out and up to join the sunlight pouring down. How can we resist this double radiance? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - and in the infinite line of tomorrows assembled across space, meaningful life is manifold.