The hue of the sunset- Its color and fire reaching like arms- Giving warmth to its children- 3 worlds away- The undressing of this sun- Reveals craters on her lunar skin- As her clothes are whisked away- By the solar winds- It’s a passionate and public affair- That can’t be remembered by humans- That travel far and wide- From 9 to 5- With the tasks of the mundane- Placed firmly in their care-Birth sign: Libra
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