my moon, you have set.
and this sun,
no longer yours,
struggles no further to melt.
he knows that there's life in his universe,
somewhere between greenery and
blues,
eight billion people to love
and seek no longer you.
let the nights be the nights;
the daylight remain the blue.
let your lovers dream to own you
and this break of dawn,
stand still without his lover in view.
just know that he is happy,
grown a year old.
he will live but it would
no longer be for you.
— @sadimtouch from Winter Solstice







