The sun
Long hours in the steam, she has marks on her skin
she has the past of a night, but she created 3 seeds
with no desire to please herself she chooses to shine
a light on those seeds like the sun she brings warmth and hope
when things don’t add up she waters them with the fact that there
is more to life than what is going on at that moment and they could
not have asked for another star as bright as her
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