I guess I'll write something?

Solar Flare

The sound of bells,
That toll past the time of dawn,
Bring about the shining,
Of a new bright day.

The shadows gives shade,
To those overburdened by the sun's rage,
The sun's rays carry over the land,
Without it there would be no life.

We live so far from the sun,
Yet so close to the point where we rely on it,
Just as we need to rely on eachother,
But in an age like this no one recognizes that.

Together,
We are one,
Alone we are nothing;
This world tries hard to teach us.

The way you talk,
You certainly act like you don't care,
But can you really,
Walk the talk? [1]

Your fiery glare,
Sends chills down my spine,
Like as if it were out of,
Your very element;
Instead of fierce flame,
It is rather of hollow and cold ice.

You act like you know it all,
Certainly,
Surely you must,
Since you have been here,
For almost a century.

So is it a joke to you?
When you gaze,
Upon everything you see,
Do you want to escape?

You still feel guilty,
Guilty for something,
You believe you were responsible,
From hundred of years ago.

Let go of that guilt,
And even though I may not know,
How exactly it is to feel,
Like you do,
I won't hesitate to lend you,
My warm compassion.

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What the hell? Goddamnit, I turn this poem into a...er. Wait. It's still just a poem so nevermind!