Freckled Skies

Ripples that of a bed-sheet remind,

Aglow with pure sunlight that shone

The windy chops of a calmness

Buffetingly disturbed.

 

As Apollo rides away,

The stars hitherto embarrassed

By their boisterous sibling

Come out to play.

 

As below, so above—

The twinklers among rippling clouds peep,

Anxious for mortals to not sleep

And revel in the majesty of celestials

Far away.

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