If I were the night
To the darkness drawn
And you were the day
Seen in passing the dawn
Could you see me
As dark becomes light
Or as light became dark
Or forever hidden from sight
Stoic Poetry
In Passing
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 