Between the Horizon
As i would look, but always see The setting sun, The night, and all those distant glittering points we call stars. All scattered so impossibly far.
But you would look, and only see the sun rise.
The difference between us perpetually a perfect contrast
And it lies,
between the night, and day.
One might say,
Like the boundary of the universes, never once to ever be crossed.
But souls would always look onto the horizon, and wonder but a dream.
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