We can never truly gaze
into the beauty of the sun,
we can only bask,
feel the delight of her warmth,
I can feel her reverberation,
her heart song.
Why, a little bird once told me
that the measure of youth
is to capture those memories,
sift through them,
and seal them tight with Truth.
I used to gaze into the beauty of the sun,
I felt myself burning within,
there’s so much to fight for,
but all I’ll do is relax, rest my chin on my hand
and grin.
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