What is your allure,

attracts poets and lovers

to worship in your light?


At best insipid

in full of day,

anonymous, sun-warmed,


then at evening’s fall

become a beacon

to passion’s progress,


a shining symbol

that sweeps the darkness

with cold, unearthly light.

◄ Jabs

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