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The Eclipse A Poem




She was the Morning who lived for the light,

He was the Night who brings the dark

She was the Sun that shines so bright,

He was the Moon on the midnight arc

Two opposite souls,

Two different roles

Both waiting for a long time,

Both patient for the sometime

In which they can dance

on top of the world like The Eclipse

When the Sun holds the Moon in it's

orbit of embrace even for a short time.

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