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There is a chance of sunlight on your face that far outshines the moon and the stars. You keep your lantern lit. And, like a moth drawn to your flame, I encircle the wick of each flickering smile. The chance of your sunlight is the redemption that I await. I bask in your radiance. I dance to the beat of your sun-filled days; and I welcome your moon-glow nights wrapped in the soft fluid luster of your warm sunny glow. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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