And when the moon looked at the sun,
Blinded by perfection,
It began to chase and run,
Searching for connection.
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Both of them, west they were going,
But the sun did halt.
It turned back, looked at the moon,
Searching for a fault.
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And then the moon said to the sun:
"You are loved and easeful."
And the sun had told the one:
"Then why is night more peaceful?"

- Connection.
By: Mr.Beard


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