Have you sat on a desk
Outside the cloudy dark
Waiting for some shooting star
On a journey to the east?
The dark solemn nights
Quiet, shy and calm
Whistles to the ears
Soft tunes of Mother Nature
Calling all beasts, and flora
Gathering a long tale
Like a stalk of leaves
Packed on a corner
The trees stand like
Halloween ghosts with daggers
And strange grasping fingers
Then a ray of light
Shoots by, fast like a lightning
Disappearing into the thin air
Chuckling as it flies about
Leaving the world wondering
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