Moonshine
It is the night of moon,
Brighter than this noon.
It holds out the light,
From the twilight.
It steals a kiss from Sun.
The light of Sun makes it run.
Do you know if they ever meet?
Do they decide who will be the guest at fete?
One takes the lead & other back-seat.
They are allies with no ill-will or heat.
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