Mother Sun

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I wait anxiously for the moon to give up the sky.
Its muffled glow provokes this cold within my cry.
Mother Sun speaks briefly upon the mound.
Her eyes of warmth speak no other sound
than that which embraces mine.
The moon shall cease and so to the cries.





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