My Distant Sun

The trains go by

The airplanes fly

But nothing compares

To my despair

I would walk a thousans miles

And still not reach the one who smiles

So perfectly in the light

Whose person shines so bright

So close I can feel you

Yet so far I can't see you

Life goes on and yet it ends

And all of it depends

On the one whom I call

My distant sun

This poem is about: 
Me

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