I Want to Be

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I don't want to be

Lightning.

So beautiful

So bright,

Yet fleeting.

Gone,

In the blink

Of an eye.

I want to be

The Moon.

Quietly illuminating

The night sky.

Disappearing yes,

But always,

Always returning.

Shining in this

Darkened abyss,

Like a single lamp

In a somber room.

 But you see,

The Moon is

Never really alone

Surrounded by

Such supportive,

Such shimmering Stars

And a caring planet

By her gentle side,

Smiling with love.

Sometimes radiating

A placid,

Vigoring aura.

I don't want to be

Lightning,

I want to be

The Moon.

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