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I once met the sun
And she was very bright
She always talked
She was a huge ball of light
She told me about the things
She sees throughout the day
And when I thought she was done talking
She suddenly had more to say
And when she left at dusk
I did not feel completely whole
And I realised all of her talking
Did nothing for my soul
I once met the moon
And she was very calm
She looked at me as if she knew the secrets
That I held in my palm
She did not speak once
The silence brought me peace
It was as if her silence
Was fixing me piece by piece
And when she left at dawn
I felt something deep within me
And I knew that's her silence
Had set my soul free
-Midnight poet
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PoetryShe is art in a beautiful museum we recognise to be this world. Although she was beautiful, sophisticated and captivating, not every one cared to appreciate that. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂
