The bright light

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    The bright light

                            
    The light the light it's so bright it follows me day and night i get a shield to hide from the light.
    when i look behind me i see a shadow. When i walk i see it behind i sit down under a tree and i start reading a book and I look beside me and see the shadow reading as well.
    When ever I look either behind me or beside me and I see the shadow there it brings peace to know the freedom i find inside.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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