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The Sun sets on another day
And the Moon is coming out to play.
The Sun and the Moon, Nature’s rhyme.

Nature stirs and Time stands still
On a frozen lake and the ice is cracking.
The colors of the sky are blending
Creating an aura of beauty. What a thrill!

The Man in the Moon eats his cheese
And solemnly gazes upon the world
With longing eyes, for he wishes to twirl
Upon the Earth, see the sky or feel a gentle breeze.

The trees long to dance
As the nymphs have come
Out of their homes
To dance their dance, as if in a trance.

Methinks the beauty is finished
For the Sun is showing his face
And the Moon goes away from its rightful place
If only they could coexist, their beauty would not be diminished

That age old question, Why?
Why must their beauties die?
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Things in the Night
Date: Wednesday, 2nd January 2008 @ 12:09:27 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: kfghockeyfan
Fading like the wear of time,
The Sun sets on another day
And the Moon is coming out to play.
The Sun and the Moon, Nature’s rhyme.

Nature stirs and Time stands still
On a frozen lake and the ice is cracking.
The colors of the sky are blending
Creating an aura of beauty. What a thrill!

The Man in the Moon eats his cheese
And solemnly gazes upon the world
With longing eyes, for he wishes to twirl
Upon the Earth, see the sky or feel a gentle breeze.

The trees long to dance
As the nymphs have come
Out of their homes
To dance their dance, as if in a trance.

Methinks the beauty is finished
For the Sun is showing his face
And the Moon goes away from its rightful place
If only they could coexist, their beauty would not be diminished

That age old question, Why?
Why must their beauties die?


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