Dear Moon,

If I am the sun,

I’d like to be the moon.

The sun gives blinding light,

The moon soft, guiding hue.

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The sun stands still and centered,

The sun is always loved.

The moon dances in circles,

Smiling from above.

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Yes, sun is worshipped and adored

But for what all stars do.

If she were not placed here by chance,

She’d be useless to you.

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The moon, though, leads a simple life.

A few look up in awe

As she reflects on her sun's light,

Content if all or none saw.

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But none provide the sun with light.

She’s blind as she supplies

With steady, unwavering might

sight to sightless eyes.

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They love, but from a distance.

Many see, but none see below

The radiant golden surface

That gives the earth its glow.

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The sun illuminates the moon,

Draws attention to once hidden features,

But the sun gets squinted admiration.

No eye line will ever meet hers.

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The moon reflects the sun's rays.

Sun couldn’t leave nights in the dark,

So beaming, ignites the moon ablaze

But she cries as she gives ‘way each spark.

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Don’t you dare say you wish you were

That star which only lives

To burn with that same blinding light

She kills herself to give.