The Sun once warmed the Moon's gentle face,
A love that danced between night and day,
But shadows grew, and time shifted pace.
The Moon sighed softly in silvered gray,
Sadness cloaked the light they could not share,
While Sun chased dusk, slipping far away.
Yet moments bloomed in dawn's bright air,
Joy sparkled in each fleeting glance,
Together alive though parted pair.
Partition came like a cold expanse,
Sun's blaze faded, Moon turned to night,
Love bowed to life's unyielding chance.
Now Moon and Sun travel separate skies,
Haunted by what could have been near—
Yet hope glows where their memory lies.
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