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May 2017
Beautiful Sun, who shines valiantly throughout the day,
the lonely moon glows feebly, merely a shadow of your glory.
Life-giving splendor, bringing color into the world
and pulling it from the sky as you lay to rest in the evening;
why must you be so cruel?

More often than not it was you, lovely star, who was present in my darkest moments.
Your light shined down, making a mockery of my suffering.
For all your warmth you are cold and uncaring,
indifferent to my tears that you have witnessed.

Although the moon possesses only a shred of your magnificence,
it is a much kinder companion, smiling gently through the darkness.
By the time Night paints the sky with broad strokes of deep purple
my troubles have slunk away into the shadow.

Your rising is a symbol of hope and new beginnings to most,
but in my eyes your rosy fingers promise another painful day.
I do wish your dazzling company brought reassurance!
Even so, I find myself relieved as you fade away in
soft oranges and blues,
chased away by the comfort of darkness.
Had to write an Apostrophe in writing class, and this is where it went...
Written by
Enyo  22/Genderqueer
(22/Genderqueer)   
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