The sun and moon with their differing personalities in one body system. There exists the burning, the flames, the ignition of hydrogen to helium that easily vaporize all in their wake—oh passionate sun. Now the moon, she is sensual and level, cool to the touch and shyly borrowing the light on dark nights—she brings forth balance. On different parts of the day they both alternate, but at times there is no remorse, no tidal swings and only the pull of such a large star. God knows I’m trying to keep the scales level.
Little Secrets
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