There is something to do today, nothing more.

For those of you who are not in the readership, please share a short poem I wrote in previous years.

I'm sorry for waiting in vain.

"Arrow of Light"

- Why is it so much?

Who fills the sun?

The horizon is a string in the distance

In this lonely high with a shadow like a gun

Take the light as the target

Pierce me through the heart with ten thousand arrows

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