where unfolding
on the night's
tapestry,
no stars
or golden
moment
appear,
even
the winds
sat
in silence,
waiting,
watching
the night
give birth
to
artistic
movements,
gather,
poised
and producing
colorful
streaming
radiance,
iridescent
colors weaving,
blazing
into existence,
each
flowing freely
and aggressively
within each
patient hour,
no remorse given,
none expected,
all conveying
such wonder
to the delight
of all
surveying
eyes....
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