Through the fanning palm moving about,
Like an orange streak with an oil pastel,
Like spilled soup from a large ladle.
Moon making it's presence while dark light subsides,
Redefining it's essence as life creates surprises,
Like a silver coin on a grey cloth label,
Like a drop of milk on a mahogany table,
Lights from east merging with west,
Enlightening the colossal tower at its best,
Effects of the display are dramatic,
Results on the viewers are optimistic.
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