The moon falters at the sight of the sun. Intimidated by its visitors, "Oh dear sun, why do the people emerge from their hiding as I return to mine? Have I been sculptued with too less beauty? "
The sun smiles, "Do you not see how the people admire the gentleness of your glow? It is not a matter of unattractiveness, rather you are so special that only a select few deserve to see your humble beauty."
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peregrinate
Poetryperegrinate /ˈpɛrɪɡrɪˌneɪt/ travel or wander from place to place. [ • a collection of the all the places I've travelled to in my mind • ] Insight (#2) beauty (#157) poetic (#1) poetry (#98)
