( / Derby, England)

The Silver Orb

I stretched out my arm and grasped the beautiful new moon,
but it slipped through my fingers like sand from the dune.
Shooting stars appeared like flaming arrows in the sky,
which left sparkling trails as they passed on by.

The silver orb became hidden by a huge passing cloud.
Moments later its brightness screamed out loud.
The cloud drifted on leaving the moon in all its glory,
oh, how beautiful it is, this observer of history.

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