this will not do justice
to the white crescent of moon
glowing in the blue twilight,
nor bright venus shining
through the humid haze
of midsummer’s night—
but there they hang,
soft and radiant, waiting
for you to step outside
and stare, rapt with wonder.
midsummer
this will not do justice to the white crescent of moon glowing in the blue twilight, nor bright venus shining through the humid haze

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