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 Sun peeping through the cloud, 

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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