The sky of mid summer calls upon the tides of concrete tears.And the stars in their pitless orbits,shine like pale faces through the unyielding light.But none as bright as the icy moon of snow flakes.Who now takes her throne as queen of the heavens.And the rest of the planets to her humbly bow. And As we wonder and gaze at her frosty smile,Her beams shine through the waves.Reflected to her through the eyes of paper fireflies.And all we can do is pray that tomorrow we feel her distant glory.

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