when the sun sleeps,
the rain starts
the rain of fire.
Thousands of lights,
yet only a few
shine above the rest
They burn bright,
They burn fast,
Then burn out.
what glorious moment
beholding the fire
the energy
what glorious moment
beholding the vastness
of space
a gentle warmth grows inside,
while outside a storm rages
a warmth which gives you the resolve to burn
to shine brighter then the rest.
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