Aida
May 5, 2014
Witnessing a sunrise, I once contemplated about the journey the sun makes every day,
writing an ode to its sacrifice:
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Appearing in darkness and leaving in blood,
only to make our flowers bloom from the mud.
The terror of dying at every day’s end,
the terror of doing it all over again.
Oh tell me your secret my Sun,
explain how don’t you run ?
When you know what’s in store,
when you know your terrible lore.
Teach me your way and teach me your drive,
with you we can thrive, with you we’ll survive.
Show me your secret, show me your way,
teach us to die selflessly each day.