Wednesday, April 1, 2015


The sun bids me adieu.
After the day is through.
I will say my farewell
To the last rays as well.

The moon will bring darkness
For which I've no fondness.
I will be by myself.
All alone on this shelf.

I will patiently wait here
For the next day to appear.
After the moon has its fun,
It will be time for the sun.

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