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By Jennifer S., Medway, MA
Every day the sun must rise; and so must I.
The sun drifts into existence, and so do I.
Slowly I drift in and effortlessly
Hang,
Observing, Shining, Beaming
Sharing, Loving.
Every night the sun must set; and so do I.
The sun drips out of existence, and so do I.
Slowly in a fiery glow it slides, out of
sight.
Slowly sliding, slowly slipping,
far off into the night,
until tomorrow.
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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