i don't know why is that, but
there are two kinds of people that are light.
some of them are bright
but still not hit the eye.
and some that you feel like the darkest one.
one will share the ray,
and the second will keep it.
but in their hands.
i don't know why is that,
some of them just look at you
and the look makes you shine
sometimes even i feel that.
that i have my light.
that I mirror the light.
but some people prefer to
switch off that
so tell me,
why is that,
that the world around them is drowning in the dark
and they still think they are just economical
m.w.
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