When Sun took a shine to Moon,
her cheeks rouged, and lips crimsoned,
interested, he reflected.
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They rarely saw each other,
Moon struggled to rise early,
he got tired but stayed up late.
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Moon had never felt so hot,
but as darking time approached
Sun necessarily turned cold.
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Clouds comforted lonely Moon,
vapors caressed her features
and tinted their pearly feathers.
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West Wind carried Cumulus,
rosy makeup painted sky,
pale Moon stared at colorful scene.
Elaine Anne Westheimer 
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Beautifully romantic poem…