The light fell in love with the evening sky.
Nighttime would elude her and endlessly fly
whispering words to some distant other
touching the light at times, then with another.
"Oh, elusive night, why do you run?"
cried the light's friend the morning sun.
"Do you not see how you break a heart
as you so cold-heartedly forever dart?"
The night ignored the sun's chiding
and went about his task of hiding
from the useless advances of the light
he had vanished, had taken himself to flight.
I see the light as she is melting, dying
and torrential rain comes with her crying.
How cruel is the nighttime, I do believe
to make his lover the sweet light to grieve.
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