Moths flying high above in the hot nighttime air,
lightening breaking from depths of clouds, showing
for seconds their heavenly formations.
Listening to the crickets chorus, not seeing them
for they are hidden by the darkness of night.
Slowly spreading across the skies, white, hazy clouds
float by, proudly displaying lightening shows they
hide within them.
Every strike of lightening fills the air with it's
silent bright burst of brilliant light.
Beautifully blue it fills my eyes with the same color
which fills my mind as I write out of it these many
words.
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