Tell me the story of how the sun loved the moon so much that he died every night to let her breathe.
He looked at her like she was the sun, in that he never looked at her except in frustration. He basked in her warmth, he complained when she was gone, but he never looked. On days she was muted, he complained. On days she was stronger, he hid from her. He never looked at her until she was leaving, and in the beauty of the sunset he wondered how he'd never seen her before.
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A Book Of Inspirational Words
PoezieA book of inspiring things to help you through the hard times in life and to inspire you to be the best you can be. All credit to the people who made these. Suggestions are welcome and you will get full credit.
