the blues suddenly turn black
the superimposed cliffs in the distance shudder
the playful breeze halt itself trying to comprehend
colourful flocks scurry home,
frightened at the untimely darkness
and the Gold is gradually cloaking
the Orange king is no more glowing,
clouds of hatred, jealousy, bitterness
overshadow its brightness, gifting the earth an ephemeral gloom
But the lustre of the Gold can never be buried, it’ll shine through obstacles
and so the Golden orb smiles again, now as a Diamond Ring
killing its demons of spite, envy, resentment
eclipsed but hopeful, the fireball gleams with pride
real strength lies in overcoming the obstacles with courage and determination.💚
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