"White"
The morning sun glared brightly with a white intensity.
The rays shown through me as if I were a specter.
In this surreal moment, I was reminded of my love now gone.
I walked east, drawn towards a large shaded hill.
The sun glowed white, in it's framed reality, above this shaded hill.
The shaded hill had gathered frost from last night's chill air.
I laid on this hill and let the frosted ground pierce into me.
I, the spectating specter, closed my eyes
While the absence of sound consumed me.
I let nothing experience me completely that morning.
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