sometimes I think of the sun and the moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase and almost always miss one another, but once in a while they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of there eclipse. The Sun and The moon as lovers
“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.” “ there once was a moon, as beautiful as can be, only the stars could fathom, but the sun could not see. The sun so radiant, he burns so bright. The.