The sun sets in fire,
Leaving for the day.
Hiding its bright face,
Refusing to stay.
It is the moon’s turn
To bring night to day.
Its white face a grin
As it wants to play.
Stars twinkle and glow
To brighten the sky.
The moon moves away,
Climbing way up high.
(Source: insane—world)
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