DAY 12 Continuing

Sometimes, the clouds cover her;

This is their mischievous nature,

Always playing around;

There she stays,

In all her virtue,

In her own path,

Untouched by the clouds;

Shines she bright enough,

For even the darkest clouds,

Reflect her light;

Reminding humanity,

At a glimpse,

That there is light,

Through darkness.

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