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I chased the sun
but when i caught it
I was disappointed
by the light’s flicker
the warmth was an illusion
the glitter cold
I was left wanting, craving
the warmth I dreamed of.
I climbed into my cave
and let the dark swallow me
If the sun was cold
so would I be
But the honeyed light
streamed through cracks
Sun kissed fingers of light
warmed my skin
I emerged
wane and sallow, but hopeful
and I turned my face to the light
and was not disappointed
The truth of the sun
so much more
than the cheap replicate