The sun is furious
The moon in hideouts
They are both hurting
Their tears flooding
This pain is baked
Their vessel's wrecked
They are going down
They are sinking great
Nevertheless
They do not regret
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A refined poetic imagination, Titto Mutny. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.