Sunny Spirited
The realization
of your talent to
shoot sunrise out of the sky,
with a magnetic aim and closed third eye;
the two that misconstrue your view
could never behold what this silence
represent.
The soft spots you wield your sword
has seen prosperity in sparks,
and not a single chink.
So, I've changed to skies that are eclipse-proof.
No blocking each other's shine,
just a residence for the merging of lights.
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