The sun yawns and yells to the moon
"I'm too tired, it's your turn"
the moon wakes up; approaching end of noon
the moon watches over
chatting with the stars
befriending the passing mars
peering over the covering clouds
watching the children run to their house
seeing the night sift workers thereabouts
hearing the moos from the nearby cows
the morning approaches
the sun climbs out of its pajamas
the moon; the suns wake up call
the whole system; important yet small
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My emotional poems
PoetryIncludes many of my poems- updated as soon as I make new poems. Some can be about space, depression, or anxiety. All of them is my poems
