Perceptions

The Sun, as she sets, sighs to the New Moon:
“You’ve the right to not love me, but I fell to your swoon.”

That Tide, ebbing slowly, seems to tease the gold Shore:
“I’ve welcomed your warmth but I seek Something more.”

In the meantime, Earth’s Hearts sense these rhythmic rains;
“We’ll dance, most courageous, with Passion and Pain.”

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