By I wonder if you see
In the brink of night
The twinkling drops of gold
Speckling the shadows beneath the trees.
Creating an illusion of a constellation
Having a race with the stars to see
Who can commence the night first,
A rare summer night’s dream.
We wonder how
They came to be
Invisible
except for the light they radiate.
As quickly as they appear
They disappear,
Alive in the wind and whisper of the silent eve.
Showing that among Nothing
There is always Something.
nice poem
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