When the sun sets down;
The night slowly crawls in;
Unable to catch a glimpse;
At the sight of the day.
* * *
When the moon’s up;
Illuminating in dark skies;
No matter how brilliant it shines;
Call it still a night.
* * *
For the sun doesn’t belong to the dark;
Nor the moon to the light of day;
There isn’t even a meeting halfway;
One exists when the other’s gone.
* * *
Light of the world;
Shining in the same sky;
With rays that radiate in all direction;
Together they don’t belong.
* * *
When the night feels cold;
Or even a bit colder;
In moments it turns warm;
The warmth won’t be from the sun.
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