Dec 2016
Sol stands bright behind me,
Yet my eyes burn.
It is her turn,
One behind this thin glass,
To hold my gaze,
Blind me with her light,
Akin to Vulcan's furnace.
Yet my eyes burn.
It is her turn,
One behind this thin glass,
To hold my gaze,
Blind me with her light,
Akin to Vulcan's furnace.
