Lighted Darkness


The pursuit to make snow angels,
Even though there is no snow.
Let us paint the stars,
We don't need a canvas to do so.
The making of our story,
But you don't need to be a writer;
Just sit beside me,
So that I can try to be a fighter.

The moon beckons me,
To tell me to stop trying;
But if I wasn't,
Then I couldn't stop crying.
The Sun shines brighter to me,
Even in this starlight;
Because I always try and find,
A cloud; It's silver lining.

"Happiness comes to those,
Who go out, intertwine";
But on this dark path,
I'll just have to make mine.

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