Poem #4

Night and Day,

Are they really that different?

Seems that Way,

But they share the same space.

Nine to Five,

The Sun rises up and then sets.

Works and Strives,

Like someone with purpose.

Set to Rise,

The Moon then takes up the night shift.

Don’t Surmise,

That this work is somehow worthless.

The Sun is,

A light in the sky burning bright.

The Moon is,

A guide for all those in the night.

The split of the two is not even clear.

Both can be seen as the horizon grows near.

For all their different features,

They still blend and mix.

A beautiful red matures,

Forever fixed.

Though Night and Day may be different,

Doves still call at Dawn and Dusk.


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