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Jul 2015
Its not quite what you think..
The surface is as dark as night..
You can even see the stars above..
The life here is made of fire..
The birds, the lizards, the caterpillars that turn into fiery butterflies..
Even the flowersΒ Β look like stars..
The waters are made of light..
Cool to the touch..
They heal all..
And give life back..
Its then I start to remember how I got here..
Back on Earth I was asleep..
I then saw a strange light from above..
In a dream..
I stepped into the light..
And saw light angels within..
But what I thought were angels were simply the people of the sun..
It took about 8 minutes to get to the sun..
They walked with me on the surface of the sun..
To them I shined brighter than anything there..
But truly I was returning home..
I was their son..
The son has returned to the sun..
Solaces
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Solaces  South Texas
(South Texas)   
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