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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Shadow of the Sun Empty conversations full of words with no point… Happy statements that hide what is real… Long talks that betray nothing of the past… Days on end of words exchanged…but no insight to the truth... Years of close contact…but nothing has been revealed… The truth is like a shadow… hiding in the sun… The shadow that shines in darkness…that is the dark of the moon… The sun’s warmth sheds no light…on the fear that is within… The youth of yesterday holds the key inside…and treasures the gift of trust… The warrior inside fears loss and pain from vulnerability…but finds refuge in absolute love… Mutual unfailing loyalty…is what keeps the cracked heart beating… The scars ignored only…when loves embrace infinitely shields…against the eternal pain… The foreigner unceasingly waited…to sneak a peek inside…but found instead the fulfillment…to keep them both alive… The hindrance of time and money…only increases the need…to embrace to stop the fear…to keep the past’s damage from resurfacing… The darkness fills the void…of icy caves of loss…the hope from mature youth…strives to heal the ancient wounds… The absence of absolute physical presence…stunts the hope given by youth’s ceaseless friendship… The past’s agony…kept obscure…by the fabricated contentment…burns the torn soul of the angel inside… The hope that attempts to banish the shadow…increased by the love of many…shines brightly…shrouded by the Shadow…of the Sun…
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