In the chill of night
in the blinding dark
she looks down on the earth
stranded
sometimes with her children
they seem to seek their father
i point them west
to where i saw the sun go
i see them twinkle
appreciating my help
its then i sleep
only to wake and find the sun
without his sons
so again i know
they will appear
but tonight they don't
and the sun won't care.
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