Who am I?
Is this a question
Or a discovery
Maybe, a mirage
Sometimes, I see myself
In the vibrant butterflies
Flying with buoyance
Devouring the sweet nectar
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Light in Dark
The aureate sunbeams percolate through my pores,
Unlocking my shut eyes as the wonted dawn beckons;
The quivering and weary lashes grapple and stutter,
As they endeavour to make way for vision in the dungeon.