• athomes 6w

    Everyday I watched the sun
    Too many times, every time
    I need the filter of a dark, evil, belittling glass to watch the sun
    And yet I cherish it's warmth
    It's bright pure light
    For I am but a moon
    Who can only be viewed through the light of my sun
    Truly I am invisible to most but the sun,
    MY sun, sheds light on me
    Why couldn't I be a sun as well?
    I suppose I was born a moon and born to be one too
    We only need one sun after all

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    The sun and the Moon

    A poem about those who are bright and those who are mere reflections

    ©athomes