softly sailing across the silver dust of city lights...
like a mother pearl, twinkling against nothingness...
the invicible cloak touches every single thing that passes its way... a tingling feeling...
an invicible current that defines the distance...
of the upside down sea...
the wonders of it... there are no drifting logs nor frilly seagrass...
it glides across the window panels...
motioning towards the edge of the semi - circle horizon...
tomorrow.... but a cycle...
a lone chain pulling it up again...
to guide the silver shine upon earthly skies...
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