She began every sentence
with a sigh like moon's body
obscured by clouds, disappointed
of its chance to shine, even
softly, another night of darkness.
And what she said- sigh in this
late hour, I will remain nameless,
without once would shine and now
disappears, a shooting sphere of light
whose silver wings ignite the skies.
Then falls inert and quiet silence.
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