The sun melts, a burning furnace once, and bequeaths its glory, in a million moody colours, to the vast forgiving sky that filters it’s scathing anger hurled at the lesser mortals below. The moon quietly enters the scene, coy, cool and very welcome. Slowly, the mood changes. It soothes the scorched sky, kissing it with haloed clouds, painting it patiently with colours icy. The sky smiles a deep blue, appreciating the sacrifice first and then loving the attention from both. The playful breeze is called upon to carry the love below to all witnesses.
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