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“THE MOTH AND THE BUTTERFLY When the sun rises over the horizon, the butterfly emerges to dance in its brilliant light. It flickers its colorful wings with euphoria, To celebrate all the beauty found in the majestic garden of life. When the moon arrives in the darkness, The moth appears at the disappearance of sunlight. It flickers its pale wings as it shakes from its deep slumber, To go search for food To carry it through the night. The moth prefers the moon and detests the sun, while the butterfly loves the sun and hides from the moon. Every living creature responds to light, But depending on the amount of light you have inside, Determines which lamp in the sky Your heart will swoon. Poetry by Suzy Kassem”

Quote by Suzy Kassem

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Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

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Suzy Kassem
Suzy Kassem

Suzy Kassem is an accomplished writer born on December 1, 1975, in the United States. Her works span across philosophy, psychology, and personal growth, captivating readers worldwide. more

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