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Mar 2011
I'm living in the dark, no sunshine today.
And when I find a source of light,
it slowly slips away
into the vast darkness behind a cloud.
I'm running out of light,
and so I cry aloud,
"Time is moving too fast, leaving to soon!"
But as the Sun fades away
out comes the moon.
My heart races on, powering my mind.
The moon lights the way, and helps me to find
that the light I was searching for is not out in space,
that light, in fact, emanates from her face.
Written by
Madison Alward
272
   Christine
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