Woken Poetry 6: The celestial ball

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Late at night, moon is out.

Twinkling like jewelry.

Sweeping skirts, spinning gowns.

Dancing girls 'round the sun.

Music is frolicking.

Shy constellations glow.

Night is galactical,

elegant, magical.

Young at heart, old in age.

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