Now that Britsih Summertime has come to an end in the U.k., our days are getting darker and our nights longer. Here is a short poem dedicated to Light days.

LIGHT.

They say, ‘the light is right,

In Cornwall’s, St. Ives,

Where a man has ‘seven wives!’

They say, ‘the light is right’,

in France’s, sunny South,

Where Van Gogh ‘lost his ear!’

What makes the light right?

Who decided that the light was right?

Why? Is the light not, where I am?

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