A Burning Light
The sun rises,
and so a new day begins.
But I look away, for the day has no beauty.
It touches me,
and I burn.
I feel the heat,
for I know why.
Why they can't feel
the heat that burns to the bone.
I stand and think,
I burn but no one see's.
For they don't know why,
and so they can't feel or see,
the burn of the light.
To know is to burn,
so not knowing is my gift
to you.
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