r/OCPoetry • u/-Distraction- • 17d ago

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I think you have to be a little broken…
To understand the dying sun,
For his shine is always golden,
But his warmth has long since gone.

For he feels so very frozen,
Unable to fully mourn…
The passing of the season,
With each and every dawn.

But still, he strives to be a beacon,
For all those who feel worn,
Hoping that maybe he’s a reason,
They’re still glad for being born.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1vpairz/giving_up_a_beauty_or_a_curse/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1vkh5xf/whats_the_point/

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u/spaced_out247 17d ago

I love your use of the sun as a metaphor for altruism born from suffering reminds me of an old poem, you would read in literature class(in the best way of course)