There is a light,
Like the morning sun
Through transparent windows,
That I'd cover up
With black-out curtains.
It shines bright in my room,
But I don't find the source
To switch it off.
Instead,
I cover it
With opaque tape.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 9:36 AM UTC
There is a light,
Like the morning sun
Through transparent windows,
That I'd cover up
With black-out curtains.
It shines bright in my room,
But I don't find the source
To switch it off.
Instead,
I cover it
With opaque tape.
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