The Sun mean heat.
The Moon bitter cold.
We count Days
Never Nights
Does Lady Luna feel hurt?
That we love her counterpart more.
Some worship her,
But weren't we all afraid of the dark?
The Sun shines bright.
The Moon glows radiant.
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Poems
PoetrySome sappy and sad poems I write. I have a few happy ones, but I write to get out the bad stuff.
