**A Brilliant Night**
The day becomes dull, the sky develops profound,
In dusk’s arms, the world’s sleeping.
Individually, the stars touch off,
A shining material, unadulterated and brilliant.
They puncture the dull, in quiet beauty,
Each sparkling speck, a far off place.
Groups of stars take their structure,
In enormous dance, through quiet and tempest.
The night is still, a tranquil spell,
Where privileged insights of the sky stay.
In silver light, we feel overwhelmed,
Of secrets antiquated, unadulterated, and crude.
An immense breadth, both all over,
Where dreams take off from each star.
In each delicate gleam, a flash of may,
Directing spirits through brilliant evening.
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