Set against shadowed skies
Silver stars shined and shimmered.
I savored them silently standing as in shackles
And surely their shine was seen in slight salience.
As I was sinking into the season set before me in scenery
My shock shed. Soon, I sighed and walked inside
And left the stars to signal another soul to befriend.
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