Poetry: Passing Evening

Night sky entourage shining
intermittent singing, chiming.
Misty clouds are dancing by
the solitary moon up high.

Distant stars ebb and flow
players in a theatre show.
The moon and its soliloquy
shrouded clouded mystery.

Pantomime in fading glory
indicates its silent story
to distant planets audience
seems a time to reminisce.

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