Waking

waking to a bed
of nothing but sunlight...
why is it
such happiness always came
in spite of you?

lovely, lovely lines. :) from the image of a bed of sunlight, to the biting, yet not, question at the end. deep backstory here.

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You portrayal of longing is so elegant and beautiful, it makes one pine for the suffering, almost.

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