Sun Sleep
The Sun is slowly losing the tug-of -war
She is having with the Moon.
The angels call to her.
They have made a bed for her of soft clouds.
Reluctant,
She gives in to the temptation.
Rest yourself,
Tomorrow will be here soon enough.
And again
You will send gentle kisses
To light my day.
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