The sun rose high
Just to see what it could see
Slowly drifting
Halfway between magic and happiness
“Where are you going?”
Asked the neighboring stars.
“I really do not know.”
replied the ancient light
The sun rose higher
Full of Questions without Answers
Spinning, Twirling
Halfway between peace and unity
“Where are you going?”
Asked the neighboring stars.
“I really do not know.”
replied the ancient light
The sun rose even higher
Radiant in its existence
Soaring gracefully
Halfway between
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