Magic in the skies. This is How it feels to be primitive Man overawed by an event We can't explain even when Science parses phenomena There is mystery in the sun It feels brighter, brilliant and Wonderous, it sits awaiting Its meeting with the moon It sparkles a rainbow into My glass, the light dancing Dancing lightly yet it feels So very still, quiet. Waiting
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Tamara, really 