It was dark, but she had light But not tangible light, to see in the darkness It was not a dark room, nor was it lit So she had her light within her darkness
The light got blinding and the darkness fled Then peace came rushing to her instead Her mind shined like Fine China from the light The peace fought inner wars with all its might
She closed her eyes and it was dark But her mind still had the blinding light She laid content In her little bed Her polished thoughts Remained sustained
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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