There was a pang of enmity

That wouldn’t let alone

There was a trace of regret

Of that, I wish there none


There’d been a flash of fortitude

Inscribed upon the sun

Regret did not like the heat

Hedonism won


Nearby I’d seen humility

Speaking with the sun

A pang of enmity, quite lost

A wrench, he would become


If I had to choose, a choice in me

Would set me forth, would open me

Love be over enmity

It’s written in the sun.

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