The broad emptiness spoke to my heart as lonesome emptiness.
Not a cloud in sight, not a thought in mind.
As night began to slither, the darkened soul was met with beauty unmatched.
The setting sun spread vastly upon my eyes, glowing.
Nature itself shouting, "All glory and praise only to you, the King!"
Shine upon my life, in my deepest sorrow, as day, as night.
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