The clouds are like silvery silk that slips through your grasp
And the moon is a pearl with an inner glow that will bend and leap and dance
The lacy silk veil, the soft-spun curtains, like shadows conceal the moon
Till they part and the rare pearl will emerge, framed by those clouds that look like waves or dunes
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