Glow (POEM)


Who will you be tonight?
Will you be the moon,
Or the fresh wind that accompanies it?
Will you be the brightest star, 
Or the darkness that peeps behind it?
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Who will you be tonight?
Will you be that dancer everybody prays they tango with
Or will you be that one who ignores the luring call of music to the floor?
Will you be her, the one with a warmly burning smile,
Or him coldly quiet, afraid to loosen his laughter?
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Who will you be tonight?
Do not be me,
Do not be them,
Just simply be you, and glow.

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