Braced by the subtle shades of a tainted universe,
The Sun stirred, his ears sharp to the Moon's muffled wail,
Her silver sleeves shivering, tears streaking her face pale,
"But then, oh, you'll be gone in a few,
Then who'll be there, to snap the weeds of loneliness
That'll claw through my heart, in all its dandiness?"
And perhaps, that's why the Sun chopped his mane,
Stitched it across the forlorn fabric of the sky,
Whilst watching the Moon traverse her woeful wane,
Just so, when he lounges back into his slumber,
His twinkling splinters would surround her, irradiating wide and far,
Parts of him he'd left behind, those she'd so lovingly called "Stars".
And maybe, that's why she grew again, into a full-radiant grin,
And again, tapering into a circle of radiance thin
When she remembered, those were droplets of lost love,
That made her sparkle so vivid, several skies above.
(A/N :
No one :
My mind at three A.M while doing my calculus assignment : ☝🏼)
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