Meadow

Watching the starry Sky

Makes me wonder why

I look for Magic

As if the nightly heavens aren't ecstatic

Deep black Pines

While the Winds move their branches

Conceive a melody of Chimes

My Phone, a single Point of white light

In the vast, moonlit Sea of the Night

Yet, everynight, a Place so serene

Is left unseen

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