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The Moon & Sun

The moon was silent at nighttime,

But I was not. 
My mind wondered about the luminaries.

The wind whistled as I fell asleep...

The sun was shining bright
the next morning.

I wondered why it was a ball of fire?
And why the moon was a rock?

I am the moon reflecting
the light of the sun

 

 


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