there are so many stars out here, this night
they quiver in this painfully cold twilight
some hide behind the trees, their peace felt
the clouds must occur in chains and courts
but abundant stars kept eternally silent
so I lay, to attend to this personal incident,
to admire elegance, lovely vision – one terrific gift,
appreciating the spectacle of life, love and light
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