The sun and the moon converse:
“If I told you that I miss you
would you know what I want?”
the moon whispered
and the sun
glowing
as a sun does
listened
“can you see my colours
though you are so bright?”
the moon continued
and with warmth
the sun
passed the moon by
“would you know what I will become
if I leave you?”
the moon persisted
the sun was radiating
but silent
waiting for the night to arrive
The night came
the moon was glowing
and the sun wept
of all the beauty
that the moon was
If I say that I miss you
would you know?
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