Silent Sounds
Ol' Sol descended. The day was done.
There was no sound from the sun.
I could hear no celestial tune
from that bright golden balloon.
I may as well give a futile try
to catch the song of a butterfly,
so, I listened with a silver ear,
harp strings on the moon to hear.
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