SUN AND MOON
She is my sun,
I am her moon.
She shines as crystalline,
While I'm in gloom.
I borrow light,
She freely gives.
I'm lone at night,
In day she lives.
She spreads warmth,
I cover them cold.
Do people hate me?
Well, that's for sure.
In darkness, I live.
In daylight she breathes.
Who isn't scared of somber?
1, 2, 3, so few believe.
Some say I'm light,
In fact a mere shadow;
I glimmer around the dark.
And to the hilt she glows.
I hide when she appears.
I appear when she hides.
But no matter where she flickers,
I was there, I surmise.
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Just POETIQUÉ
PoetryWere you lonely? Were you sad? Has everything been bad lately? Unlike the beautiful times you've had. Smile with me. Cry with me. Get mad with this soul. Maybe we'll find a way out of the cold. -JAM MARIANO
