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Jan 2016
The positivity of the sun is questionable
It shines brighter than a child's smile
when everyone else is depressed.
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It's rays reach even the worst of us
But in it's happiness, can we truly trust?

Midday passes, noon is lost
The sun loses hope, it's almost forgot
The whole world expects it to stay
high up there
But it loses it's confidence, staggering down in despair
It's true colours begin to form
Orange, blood red, and a pale saffron
We admire it's beauty when it's all the more exposed
I suppose what's inside is what matters the most-
Wait, hold on- I must've zoned out
For the moonlight shines bright as it's hours past sundown
The moonlight isn't true-
It's a trick of the eye
For the only thing I know to shine as bright
Is the sun- sunlight-
but wearing a disguise?

The point of this tale is for us to remember
That indeed, we can only trust in the sun's embers.
We love the moon so, but the sun provides it's light; you really should know.
Written by
Poetria  23/F/Pakistan
(23/F/Pakistan)   
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