The Sun keeps shining even with our eyes closed
The Moon keeps waxing even with our blindfolds
Light grows from the very seeds the night sows
A fire that ignites souls, brighter than what minds hold
Time scolds, except those trekking with bright glows
Through the arid, wild deserts of prized souls
Bending with the perpetual plights life might throw
They rise forth in unity that only broken eyes know
The wise grow, always, every breath their life blows
With every bit of awe and innocence a child shows
An intellect that sets apart gold from rhinestones
Feeding us from oceans wherever their rivers might flow
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