Another oldie just for you all to enjoy. No AI involved just a soul and a pencil. (more than 10 years old poem).

Have I yet found the light?

The beautiful lights that shine over the heavenly skies...

Did I ever find this light, or was it a fantasy from my eyes?

Yet I saw this light that shone through every dark tunnel of my heart...

Was it fantasy or was it mere reality?

Yes, I can describe it as a white, shiny, warm, yet mysterious light...

Could it be that these lights are just a representation of my happiness or my beyond?

These lights are not from a car, a lamp, a plane, or a boat.

This light is unique from any man-made machine that any human has invented.

No, it's not any light we know, it's a light from beyond...

It’s a light that makes every genius wonder, that makes any sad child smile with joy again, it's a light that heals the ones in pain, it's the light from Guardian Angel...

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