Sun and it's Moon
Let me tell you the story of the Sun and it's Moon
How one dies every day
For the other to live
How they wait centuries
To get of each other a glimpse
While the sun could shine
He knew the moon could glow
The day they align
Their beauty's outgrow
But the moon knew better
Than to fall in love
For their fate has already been chosen
by the heavens above
The sun would die
So the moon could live
They wait for centuries
To get of each other a glimpse
—Bea Wavy
July 14, 2020 2:40am
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