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The moon in us

Why art thou so bright?
Moon answers,
I am merely radiating light
From the sun

Moon asks in return,
O people of the earth,
What are you reflecting?
Why have you neglected
the mirror
you are made to be?

Why are you waiting?
Spring from dormancy!
Your essence is divinely
Beneath the seeming
clay

From up here,
You are specks of dusts
On the verge of
becoming sparks

Your element is made
to radiate
This same Light
I am emitting
This same Light
you're admiring

Your soul yearns
to be polished
Like a fine and dandy mirror
That won't stop beaming

I exist to ignite
something within you
So you can
start lighting up
your world.

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