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Speak softly

The Sun is near

Dew drops misting the ground

Her dreams elude her

But she exhales

To and fro

Perhaps it is the want

Her will is not broken

Seemingly refined

Pressed forward on her course

His is all abandoned

The Moon will followImage

Pic Art courtesy of http://viventomortus.deviantart.com/art/Sun-and-Moon-261988955