05 Sonnet

Blinding sunshine on a hot summers morn
Seeing for the first time glorious light,
Bending images as visions are born
Drawing a glowing immaculate sight.
In time colours drain becoming hazy
Running faded hues in combined mixture,
Level age make overcast eyes lazy
While memories still finish a picture.
It’s all just a mirror after the fall
Even blades of light emphasise the black,
Moving further down a grim narrow hall
All that remains is to reap a dread lack.
The darkness descended on the last day
I closed my eyes and borne, drifted away.

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