The Sun Poem
The blazing Sun
shines brightly
But around me, there is darkness.
Its heat touches me
But I am cold, and grow colder still.
Then comes the Moon, her gentle beams
Light up my surroundings.
Her cool warmth warms me
And I shine, more and more.
My shines becomes a blaze
Warming the Moon,
Making her hot, hotter
She whimpers, but doesn’t complain.
My warmth becomes a heat
Burning the Moon
Killing her, slowly, slowly
Uncomplaining, she dies.
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