I rise again, as I always do,
Silent witness to love and longing.
They wait for me, eyes glistening with devotion,
Hands folded, hearts whispering ancient promises.
I see hunger, not for food, but for faith.
For something eternal in a world so fleeting.
And I wonder, do they know,
The light they seek in me, already glows within them?
I’ve watched centuries pass like silver clouds,
Women praying, men smiling,
Families gathering under my gentle gaze,
And still, no one asks me how I shine.
It isn’t the sun alone that gives me light,
It’s the patience to reflect, the courage to be still.
Maybe love is the same,
Not always burning, sometimes simply glowing back.
So tonight, as you lift your veil and look up,
Don’t just see me, see yourself.
For the moon you adore,
Is merely your own calm, mirrored in the sky.
Simi
Through Sujay’s lens
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