Light can be Italian,
Crisp and to the touch
Light as light can be
Nothing is too much
Light can be Norwegian, strained and nearly dying
Heroic in its minimalism
Every shard is shying
Then light maybe of England
Heavy through the rain
The world seems intense in knowing
Light through a shrouded window pane
Light and shade are qualities
But they effect the state of mind
To come and go in knowing
What we have lost but wish to find
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