What A Pity
The horizon bleeds blood-red,
within which a marigold moon blooms with regal splendor.
Her pockmarked face aglow,
She slowly rises, like a Chinese lantern.
Dusk descends like a ghostly specter
falling ever so softly, inking ebony silhouettes.
Shadows of the night merge into one:
a collage of darkening shades of black.
And the heavens sparkle, as trillions of distant stars
tethered to reality, morph into fantasy.
The universe is breathtakingly mind-blowing,
inspiring artists and poets alike.
Yet hidden behind blinding city lights,
night's obscured in its totality;
to the many living in cities who have never seen stars.
What a pity!
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