A light source in the stages of the sky
Surprises us with esteem as never before.
This daylight manages esteem like before,
Much to the mind, many times wide.
Then muttering like birds is the sky
Opening us with plight to design.
A sunny day smacks our heads and hearts
To enlighten the souls we breath as we sway.
The star this time is a luminary of stars,
Finding me with heat, heartiness, and strength of fire.
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