This is not about the sun’s love for the moon but the one she shares for the flowers.
They are like her children as much as the stars only she can only watch over them
From a far making sure they grow up to be strong und beautiful beings.
She makes sure that each flower loves itself enough
to open for the world.
And the flowers in return must trust their petals
enough to believe they will stay forever.
The sun will have to make sure they do not lose hope
as the flowers realize their petals needed to leave.
It is a mother’s task then to remind her children
that they always will be beautiful even if
a part of them seems to be lost.
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May 31, 2026 at 12:39 PM UTC
This is not about the sun’s love for the moon but the one she shares for the flowers.
They are like her children as much as the stars only she can only watch over them
From a far making sure they grow up to be strong und beautiful beings.
She makes sure that each flower loves itself enough
to open for the world.
And the flowers in return must trust their petals
enough to believe they will stay forever.
The sun will have to make sure they do not lose hope
as the flowers realize their petals needed to leave.
It is a mother’s task then to remind her children
that they always will be beautiful even if
a part of them seems to be lost.
from the archive, i was 17
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