The sun goes by and the moon comes.
Repeating every day and night,
Seems the same but different,
Rainy day with clouds,
Though sun shines the same,
It’s not bright as always.
Even with the moon in a dark night,
That’s a new moon.
Just as our lives,
So just as our lives.
Saranya(Sanya) R. [June 2015]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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