The Tuscan sunset bows his head in despair, another day has passed, and your gaze of awe has not graced him, perhaps tomorrow? He thinks as he closes his eyes, awakening night.
But night knows, and she is sad for day, but cannot bring herself to tell day that tomorrow will not greet him with your gift, she embraces day in her cold arms and asks moon to shine a dim light of comfort.
Moon looks down expressionless, his face not showing emotion as he has promised night not to tell day the truth, but moon is brother of day and behind his still gaze his eyes well up and prays for the strength to keep this promise.
If day woke tomorrow and new you would never come, he would turn away in despair, showing night his back and darkness would remain.
Night would be angry with moon and send him away, there children, the stars would fall to earth hoping that day would pick them up and put them back with night, but day would not turn, his tears turn to flood and earth drowns, and life is no more.
…the Tuscan sunset wakes again, perhaps today.
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