"This is the place where Ideas go to die...
The resting grounds of stories who shan't see the sky...
A Kangaroo court for the ideas left unspun...
Where the choice is made if a tale should go unsung."
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He was the sun. Who burnt so bright, Lit up the days And Warmed the nights.
She wished one day to shine so brightly.
Yet,
She was the moon Who couldn't burn bright For she only shone in the dark of night As a pale reflection. Of His light.
He wished one day to go unseen
Yet,
She didn't know Though he shone so bright He hid broken tears within the light And longed one day to see the night.
And,
He didn't know Though her light brightened the night She struggled, fought and hoped to be seen as her own right.
For He shone alone She had the stars.
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Edited - 20-1-2020: Changed the perspectives. Hope this has a deeper meaning now. Please comment on which one you liked better. The original or the new. If you didn't get a chance to read the original then just comment on how you like the new version.
