Every morning they must part,
All because the day must start,
The moon can't be with the sun,
Even if they called each other Hun,
In rare moments the sun sees the moon,
That's the moment we long for,
For when we aren't together we become sore,
our time together is little so we want more,
For being with each other could never be a bore,
The angel and his wings is what we are and adore
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The angel and his wings. @Musicelf45
PoetryAn angel lost meaning and lost his wings but finds a better pair than the older ones
