Sol's lone mission
Isn't to shine, for himself.
The opalescent rays--
That he bestows,
Unto the world--
Are, but, indications
Of his given nature;
Which is, to shed light.
Yet, he's been
Sharing himself,
Unselfishly,
For centuries, now.
He's exhausted,
Half-dead.
Burning himself--
Slowly, but steadily--
He, silently, yearns
For a reprieve--
For a snippet of love.
For a bit of mercy.
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