Who am I?
It rises with beauty, magnitude and the power to radiate across the earth
Its power multiplies as it nears its peak, burning away the clouds of darkness and the fog of cover
Though it ends with a magnanimously eloquent adjourn, its power and light still remain,
Reflecting off of the specters in the sky and the orb of the night
East to West, always in the sky
Am it the Sun or the Son?
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