Then Night handcuffed Day,
and dragged her, kicking and screaming,
far, far away.
In mourning,
the Sun burst into shards—
leaving billions of pieces
man fondly called, “stars.”
but man knew not
just how many fell
in what they call
their hearts.
Then Night handcuffed Day,
and dragged her, kicking and screaming,
far, far away.
In mourning,
the Sun burst into shards—
leaving billions of pieces
man fondly called, “stars.”
but man knew not
just how many fell
in what they call
their hearts.
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