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Sky
That solar bowling ball, with bold force
Scatters the star skittles far and wide
Til none remain to garnish the sky.
Strike! The master bowler wins again.
The ball rolls slowly from east to west
Glorying in it accuracy.
No obstacles delay its circuit
Its famed glory has preceded it.
The senescent sky by end of day
Longs for its comfortable velvet robe,
Tired from all the activity,
Wanting its night light and glitters.
The triumphant orb slowly slips down
In a fanfare of final adieux
Brightly, softly colouring the view,
And the twilight sings its lullabies.
And so the soft luminescent glow
Of millions of crystalline beauties
Gently illuminates the soft dusk
And sky settles in for its deep rest.
