Chasing sun

Finding beauty is like chasing sun.

You’ll never catch it

but you can feel it in your blood.

Even when you’re in caves.

I chased the sun a long time.

Made many trips around the earth.

The moon said, “I caught his beauty on my skin.”

I said, “I want to own it.”

I saw it rise and set again…

And when I finally sat to rest I realized that it didn’t end.

I’m where the sun begins.

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