REFLECTIONS
The twilit October sky
Gods gift to make an artist cry,
In his attempts to reproduce
The mauves yellows pinks and puce;
A task which mortals cannot equal
This autumnal sequel,
The moon reflected on the sea
Is telling man that he can be,
More than a part of any nation
Giving thanks for this creation
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