A great thing of unbecoming is to neglect the shine
Spirit throws upon our mirrored world.
Tis a dishonour to cower in the shade, a shame
To forget the azure allure of radiant soul
Burning brightly like greatest radiation rays
Bursting forth as from sun’s inner core.
There is more that we can do in this world
Of creative, volatile futures;
When we sit quietly like afternoon napping cats
We should remind our souls to stir
More meaningfully and stronger still.
Like resplendent giants of all worlds.
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