Glowing from its strike,
the sun, a friend of a hike,
brightening our journey in a fully mode energy,
boiling our body's sweat in a truly wow prodigy,
out in the swamps, for its glare, it's a whole magnificence,
driving our beauty out of a no way of a supposed lost confidence,
the burning black melanin,
the glowing strikes of a win,
for those living in the arctic,
the snowy tsunami,
in the Atlantic,
the mournful traffic,
saddening the skylight,
out of the matrix,
let the divine glow embellish our journey,
from a sneak peek over the sky,
to a quick snick over the sun blight.
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