HERE is a short poem I wrote about the sun
Of the perfect sojourner it is
Never despairing in this lonely star trek
Shining to the true north across a dry wilderness
Yiskah, not losing sight of the future
From the same milieu as billion others of the milky way
Yet journeys alone unapologetically
Misunderstood, when being nice and smiley
Chastised, in times of solitude and tranquillity
Very few can soar high enough to understand
Shining or raining they seek
Regardless of the social distance
Only those matter in the end
Only those matter now
Only those mattered from the beginning
Keep shining
Keep soaring
Keep seeking
A benevolent star
A giver
The greatest symbol of hope.
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