Evening Ballet
As the evening star rises,
a dove flies on wings of silver.
High above, the moon glows like lightening,
Tiny slivers of light to be awed by shrouds.
Angel eyed fairies dance on moonbeams
Quaking dusky clouds with their presence.
Alas, their beings are as crystals
scattering the light into colors.
Fairies and doves; shrouds' yearning,
caress the air in magical flight.
Fairies and doves on feathered wings soar.
Balleting spirits surpassing their hearts.
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