I pity those flowers that go to bed
As soon as the sun disappears from her light blue sky.
Those flowers that close themselves up afraid of the dark
Waiting for the sun to rise again just to rise with her.
I wish I could take away their fear of darkness
For as even darkness can bring up the most beautiful things.
-they will never know about the beautiful
love story sun and moon share every night.
YOU ARE READING
THE STARS LOVE THE MOON
Poetrythey keep watching the strangest of all loves to work out. They exist for each other, rarely next to each other. they would lose their light without any of them gone.
