He dreams on a portrait of the one who radiates pure gold
as it rises to witness a light who shone before it...
who is that, it asks...
the man answers she is my new sun, my moon and universe
a girl, no, an angel that distracted his eyes from the sunset
that sunset in which he meditates to, explore the universe and becomes one with the existence, distracted?
betrayed, replaced, saddens the sun bringing it to its rest,
as she substitute that light for his own eyes and his own heart and soul
the sun optimistically rises, perhaps it might bring joy to him
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