Legend says the Sun and Moon have always been in love.
But they could never be together, as the Moon rises at sunset,
And the Sun only at dawn.
Thus, the eclipse was created...
A fleeting moment when day kisses night,
When shadows dance, and light holds darkness close.
In that breath of time, they embrace,
Whispering all the words left unsaid,
Pouring centuries of longing into a single touch.
The stars, their silent witnesses, blink in awe,
For they know this love defies the cosmos,
Unwritten by fate, untouched by time.
Yet, as quickly as they meet, they must part,
Pulled back to their orbits, their duties, their destinies.
The Moon weeps silver tears that fall as tides,
While the Sun burns brighter, hiding sorrow behind golden rays.
But they wait, patiently, faithfully,
For the next eclipse,
For the next stolen moment,
Where they can be whole once more,
Even if just for a heartbeat.
For in that darkness, they are complete,
And love, even for a moment, conquers eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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