A Sunset
my evening sun
falling in the horizon
bright and warm
the setting sun gets me
the orange glow
warms my soul
an evening begins
with mistress moon
a night
full of dance
with stars
shivering in the sky
falling now and then
from the heaven
landing on the surface
of some distant world
watching from afar
a jealous sun
waits for his chance
to dance
with that moon
his mistress
in the shadows
through the clouds
she dances away
the night
every night
after the sun sets
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