Poem of the Day

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The Sun is a star

that is burning bright.

Like a furnace

that gives off heat and light.


Like a beacon

emitting sunshine rays.

Like a torch in the sky

changing nights to days.


The Moon is a sphere

made of silent rock.

That orbits the Earth

like a cold round block.


No furnace or beacon.

No torch to run.

Those moonbeams have come

from the headlight Sun.


The Moon doesn’t shine!

It reflects instead.

Like cat’s-eyes at night

on the road ahead.


Like the glint of the Sun

on a tranquil lake.

Like your sparkling eyes

when a smile you make.

Celia Berrell
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #16

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