The setting sun through open windows,
The honoring of every shadow,
A gratitude for all that follows,
It’s a glimpse of light in a mine of gold.
The countless stars we’re sleeping under,
It’s the brightest sparks that we remember.
When our eyes are closed, we still see embers,
A glimpse of light in a mine of gold. || Sleeping at Last
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