Be Immortal

Like the moon which assumes she is beautiful,
Pretending to light up the entire world,
Stealing rays of the sun,
When the sun refuses to look down upon us,
But all her arrogance,
Crumbled to dust in a matter of moments,
When the clouds gather over her.
Be not the moon that steals the lights,
Be not the clouds overwhelming ever so much,
But be the sun, that people remember you,
Even when you’re absent from this world.


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