by Ruben Etienne, Aug 16, 2008
A simple work that talks about the sun and moon.
As the sun paints the skies in red, orange, and pink,
A scene so sublime as a view on a mountaintop,
As uprising as an infants innocent laugh,
As the sun kisses its children goodnight,
Before the moon watches over them with its life,
The sun drifts away to bless her other children with its warmth,
As daylight dies, daylight is born again,Like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
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