to sparkle.
To glow,
to be more than myself
for one tiny increment
of space and time.
And I did.
I shone like the sun
and the moon
and all the stars
in all the galaxies.
But I guess it's true,
what they say.
All that glitters isn't gold.
Perhaps it is simply
the reflection of the sun
on the snow.
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