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Moon Majesty
The moon is basking
in its own reflected light,
And floats,
a majestic, shining presence
Above vocal, living clouds
of evening’s migrant birds
And sultry twilight air
infused with pink and orange hues
Of early autumn sunset
and endless possibilities
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