Sometimes I feel as if i'm the sun. People come outside to bathe in my rays, but not without protection. I stay out longer in the summers to rejoice with all those I had to leave behind during the short winter days. I paint the skies during the evening. Bright pinks and deep purples represent my content with me and the world. Other times I am the moon. Hiding away from the light. People retire for the night, not giving me a second glance as they leave me behind. My sadness plummets the sky in blacks and deep grays. The only relief are the tiny stars and galaxies that break up the darkness, Both sides of me are beautiful. Whether i'm the blazing sun or shining moon, I am beautiful.
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May 2016
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