The Sun's Quiet Sacrifice

The sun loves the moon

so deeply

he dies every night,

not in rage or fury,

but in quiet surrender,

letting her breathe

as the stars hold their breath.

He slips away,

a burning heart fading

into the horizon,

just to give her space—

to let her glow,

soft and silent,

untouched by his fiery embrace.

She rises,

drenched in his fading warmth,

her light more tender

for the absence of his heat.

And so,

they dance—

his sacrifice,

her freedom,

woven in the rhythm

of day and night.

The sun loves the moon

so much

he dies each time,

only to rise again,

for love is the fire

that keeps them both alive.

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