Our Own Light

by William Moua

The stars will shine,

but forever,

they will evade us.

Yet only to them do we confide.

Their light,

so far away,

that even eons ago,

they could have stopped burning,

stopped caring.

And we fail to see our own light.

So much in fact,

we forget,

our nearest star,

is the Sun.

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