I step outside to see the stars
And turn to watch the snowy moths
With feathery scales of pale pale white
I look towards the celestial plain
And see the moon, its vibrancy
Reflecting, surreal, off the drops of water
That are falling, oh so slightly, slowly
From the frail drifting clouds
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