Shine as bright as the daylight sun,
or glow softly like the night moon.
The moon is never jealous of the sun.
She knows why she glows.
As he knows, that she counts the cycles
of his rising and his setting.
by Memnon Uzan
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2020
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