segunda-feira, 20 de agosto de 2012


The day I learned my sun was in the dark
Was it an eclipse?
I was frightened.
All the firebenders lost their power. When the day
turned night.
But then I could see the star.

I always see it whether be hill or dale.
It guides.
It taught me that Too many butterflies,
Even though beautiful,
End up clouding the air.
And how it shone brilliantly from afar.
How it shone for me

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