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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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