Mockingsun

Posted: February 13, 2012 in BlueBox
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Basking in own light, Presence hinting at daybreak,
Impels night to flight.

sight for sore EYE—
right when mighty slumber comes,
“mockingSun”— they’d sigh.

Wouldn’t they all know?
It had to win a battle,
None, by choice would go.

It doesn’t boast strength,
Rather, knows it in frailty—
Can see it, at length.

“Have you had rest, since?
Felt ease past your ceaseless wars—
to savor your wins?”

Has it got time to tell,
Yet always from afar.
Yes, this one MockingSun, There must not be just one—
I rather it be so.

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