When the sun sets in the west,
The colors run,
Like watercolor paint.
A cold goodbye from the sun.
As the moon rises in the east,
Who’s forever changing,
It’s second phase a grin,
One welcoming the night.
When the sun sets in the west,
The colors run,
Like watercolor paint.
A cold goodbye from the sun.
As the moon rises in the east,
Who’s forever changing,
It’s second phase a grin,
One welcoming the night.
Losing someone you love,
hollows out a part of you.
One day, you have them,
and the next,
you’ll never see them again.
The realization stings,
worse than the sun's engulfing hug.
When the chaos of the day
gets washed away
and the serenity of night descends,
I begin to wonder, as the stars ascend.
Trying to put puzzle pieces together
When only the stars shine,
the winds’ whispered rhyme-
echos across the land.
As the sea longs for the moon.
The magnetic pull-
Weaves their fates together.
Intertwining them for eternity.
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