Haven’t seen someone this beautiful
I catch a glimpse of her rise at
nightfall
She glides up unhurriedly
laughing with the playful clouds
that take on shapes of beards,
bears, and owls.
So silent is she even when the
world rattles on
The birds chirp about
The crickets talk aloud
But she,
bearing so grandly the light from
her consort.
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