A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.

SUN-STAR

Bright the myriad of stars,
Yet only one
A giver of life,
Our shining sun,
A portal of light,
Reflecting,
What we may become,
Beautifully drawn
Across the sky,
Mimicking,
Our inner horizon,
Its glorious warmth,
Luring our hearts
From darkness,
And curing our scorn,
For the night.

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