Somewhere in the confines of the universe,
a mysterious arm feels pity for the darkness we're immersed in,
and in a slow, graceful sweeping movement,
pushes away the shirt tail of the clouds,
so we can catch a glimpse of the shy maiden moon.
As the mysterious ballerina dances around the pearly sphere,
the veils every now and then are pulled close and cover her feminine roundness.
But the queen of the night, in her infinite generosity,
dances her adagio around the pale globe,
softly coaxing her into letting her face shine to the Earth,
and as the demoiselle is ready, the queen stretches out a swanlike finger,
and turns the light on,
and the mother of pearl, rivalling the million sparkling gems around her,
at last offers her opalescent glow, pulling us out of the darkness.
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