Clair De Lune
Would an artist hand over
his paint brush in exchange
for the happiness of this world
Watching the moon
finish its last work but
not putting a signature
Fails to capture that beauty
thet golden glow that comes
through the mind of a painter
While the time passes realizes
that it was not created to
describe the sound of a quiet night
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