She is the Sun

She is the sun, 

gliding across the blackened sky

every morning to deliver rays of shine 

to undeserving mortals. 


She wears the empty wishes of fools, 

and sits upon a saddle of dying flames. 

As she rides, she traps the night within her flower, 

only to release it by sunset. 


She rides a star, 

gems residing in its eyes, 

never cracked, 

for it is made of broken hopes.

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