Alabaster Wings
Under the glow of a rising moon,
my garden hedge morphs into a maze.
And brisk breezes gather fallen leaves;
crafting a colorful mosaic.
On the wings of a marble Angel,
the glitter of gold catches my eye.
For beaming from an ebony sky,
Luna gilds its alabaster wings.
Staring at this miraculous sight,
I felt hypnotized by its beauty.
And although the image was fleeting,
it overwhelmed my reality.
This ethereal light illusion
imbued my heart with wonder and awe.
For in that perfect moment, Nature
chose to share Her artistry with me.
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