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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Why can't the sun shine just a bit longer The rays gleaming with warmth and life. Fending off the souls of the night. A protection seemingly always unappreciated Many love the life under the moon; endless intoxicating laughs-consuming the witching hours TV marathons upon enticing book reads, or even merely surfing The sun in their belief Fueled by passion Brings the most cherished relief from the mundane A long shine, dimming their spirits Are greeted by their perception, of the serenity of the night. All such outlook is a blatant inaccuracy. The sol basks the best luck Witnesses only the forced smiles and the routine of light As night settles, the makeup is erased The agony is awakened, solo at last one has the space to feel, what is necessary to be acknowledged flooding faces, rain that doesn't pound the cement rather delicate faces of those who wish upon a star to be oneself by and by; no longer a face even they can't recognize Luna can never keep up, with her demands to soothe those sullen with her invisible hands The sun thus lives it up while Luna is a panic Not knowing what happened to our beauty of a planet Shadows the chaotic life lived by Luna. Clouding the sky all the insecurity out blemishing the star stricken sky the saddest of nights always accompany starless skies Those are the nights Luna vanishes in fret No worry, for our mother Luna always comes back. Luna needs to vacation just like you and I her worry for us makes her want to die. How unfortunate, a cycle of never ending misery, Luna and I, we're all the same
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