Ugetsu (prompt)

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Moon Obscured

Light of the night,
Veiled behind gossamer,
Droplets fall,
In a serendipitous patter.
People asleep,
At peace in their beds,
And i think what a shame.
With dreams in their heads,
They miss this soulful melody.

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