“tell me the story
about how the sun
loved the moon so much
he died every night.”
to let her breathe.
He disappears into darkness
to let her shine.
To which he never said
he owes something to her
he never wanted anything
from her in return.
Or else what could moon give
She just shine bright to his love
she has craters
but only a fool can deny her beauty.
She silently stare sun whole night
& reflects his light
his love with stars at times.
tell me the story
about how the sun
loved the moon so much
he died every night.”
to let her breathe.
~Written By Lokesh Fouzdar. (Pleiades513)
Pleiades513 
I love this poem. You have made art with words. The words touch my heart. True love, to me that’s what the poem represents. I hope one day I find my sun who values me as much as the sun and the moon do. So thank you for writing this piece I am truly touched.
Thank YOu 🙂
I love your poem. And the idea of how the sun died for the moon every day… Have you ever thought of making it into a story… You could actually make it into a children’s story. Like a bedtime story.
Thanks …. But I dunno if can.. but I’ll surely try 🙂