Perpetual majestic,
Or,
Sometimes lambent twilight
Illustrated as a quiet luster
Shared among neighborhood houses
Can fill the senses with
Gratitude esteemed to the
Dependant flux of a
Waning Moon that falls
Lockstep and howling
Among shards of effervescent
Torrents refracted and stretched
Towards black doldrums
Strung across this illusive void.
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