The Moonlight Shining
Through threaded clouds a misty light protruded beamingly
As if to answer roll-call a misty light so seemingly
A cataclysmic display of exuberance dispensing a joyous light
Am I correct or wrong even in this vivid spectacular at night
The moon plays her chords with a happy smile to display
Her superiority in height never needing to say
The End.
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