"High above - it's light directed below,
Reflecting the sun's beautiful glow.
A smile on it's face,
Guiding our slow pace.
A thousand years away,
Moving with not a sway,
Taking it's place as light -
So white and bright.
We walk on it's dusty surface,
A smile planted on our face.
Examining the every single thing,
Listening to each one sing.
It will never be undone,
Till the sun."
A try at rhyming poems. :P It's bad, I know. But everyone's gotta try.
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