It is a nearly burnt-out light bulb
It is a the dim light of of the sun
It is the brightness of the night sky
It is a wall of ear shattering silence
It is a burning forest that screams
It is a rose bud that whispers
It is the mute man singing
It is a leisurely stroll past the piles of forgotten hopes
It is a delicate waltz upon the broken aspirations
It is a simple walk down the halls of glorified memories
It is the nothing like unyielding stance I take.
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