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| Bright night |
| by Harriet Oliver |
A star at night shining bright
Seems warm, not cold, as clouds unfold
scattering now left & then right
illuminating emerald hues so I'm told.
The mist is even visible at the night
as mist mysteriously winks at mister cloud
savouring the mystical contrite
masterfully masting a mere shroud.
The pale moon white hugs horizon tight
beyond the sun that once was gold
basking with fright in universe's light height
holding attention so beautiful to behold.
The emerging night light
creates a romantic mood
where the soul catches flight
where once heroes stood.
One does not need to be affluent to be cute
as the clock points a finger in moving a hand
and after sunset what's the purpose of a mute flute
as the cock crows morning in a farway land.
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