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Reflections in the bay

Where in the rainbow's lining does the bay of evening hang? A sky away, quicksilver thin, from where the constellations sprang

into the harbor's choice of clouds shining on Aurora's tide, patina of the flowing sea where stars along the bottom rise.

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How lavender the ribbon trail where little ducks presume to sip celestial cream, to taste ambrosia petals of the moon!