Carefully

I see the sun, it
Warms and burns
Holes in my paper,
Later, it writes
By me, easily
I think, bright
White as that
Moon or star,
Ball of snow, cold
Told clearly,
Carefully as if
Picked and lifted
Before a crowd
If one to read
The feeling of
Stark darkness
Daylight might bring

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