Once I met the sun
And she was very bright
She always talked
She was a huge ball of light
She told me about the things
She sees throughout the day
And when I thought she was done talking
She suddenly had more to speak
And when she left at dusk
I didn't feel completely whole
And I realised that all of her talking
Did nothing for my soul
I once met the moon
And she was very clam
She looked at me as if she knew the secrets
That I held in my plam
She didn't speak once
That silence bought me peace
It was as if her silence
Was fixing me piece by piece
And when she left at dawn
I felt something deep within me
And I knew that her silence
Had set my soul free***
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In a world where everyone wants to be the sun to light up someone's life , be the moon in someone's life to shine during their darkest hour .
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