The sun always rises.
Light is sometimes obscured
By unintentional objects, like trees.
The nature of light is to overcome
All obstacles, and persist with
Reaching its zenith, everyday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Your poetic fingers reach deep in this imaginative poem. I do believe you're talking about an intrinsic faith that is shared by believers and non-believers alike. Wise words from a fair pen. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥