and a lot before.
There was so much to begin with,
and maybe more.
Some tomorrow.
Some today.
Much right now,
like yesterday.
Sometimes it's too much.
Like a shower in the snow,
or like light in the morning,
or the eyes of a crow.
It's often a fortress,
and we wouldn't even know.
It glows, we glow.
It grows, we grow.
It's colours are more exciting than an entire rainbow.
And they come and they go.
A poem from a very, long time ago.
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