Sun and the Moon

Upon a silent raging sea

A light is birthed from deep below

Rising slowly, not yet free

Whispers of amber beginning to show

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Whorls of darkness moving around

A storm of hurt felt deep inside

The embers of light make no sound

But the tempest moon cannot hide

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Wings flutter on the wind to the west

The golden glare finds a shape 

Dusk dims down to dreary unrest 

Light hugs the sky like a cape

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Rebirthed hope now sits atop

The rolling hills and ocean blue 

But nothing can be done to stop 

The old darkness from replacing the new