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Racing Across the Moon

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The clouds raced across the moon last night,
Reminding me of Scotland,
Where changing levels of light are a constant,
An artist’s dream,
A poet’s playground,
The many moods of the lunar lamp,
Casting shadows throughout the sky,
Give me wings to fly tonight,
To race with the clouds,
Til I am weary and can race no more,
And plunge silently to sleep in the puffy whiteness,
To be awakened tomorrow by your brother beam.
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