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Sun & Moon



The yellow sun kisses the lavender mountains. Over the horizon in the glowing hues of daybreak falling Moon sheds a tear. His time is up, for now. Sun smiles at him and evaporates his tears. Sometimes I hate to see Moon leave. He gives light to my lifeless lonely nights & gives me hope during the silence. It seems as though Moon likes to watch me cry. He illuminates the small puddles on my pillow. Last night Moon seemed to be even brighter. I saw the reflection of my swollen red eyes in those puddles. I'm so happy to see Sun this morning. I rolled over & the puddles were gone. I smiled at sun & thanked him. Sun & Moon are my two greatest friends.


This beautiful artwork is by Oueso. Click on the art to visit his site and purchase a piece.

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