Moonstruck Majesty
An Acrostic Ode to Eclipse
Everlasting dance, the universe murmurs its story,
A curtain of heaven covering the sun
Light yields, shadows enfold,
A limitless marvel in this cosmic realm,
Moments passing, a transient elegance,
colors changing, in the embrace of the sky,
This lunar pursuit is full with magic.
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The vivid face of Earth is enveloped in shadow,
revealing a celestial chase as a cosmic dance unfolds.
The intended darkness paints a different law when the light fades,
a silence falls, and a moment of wonder occurs.
Planetary murmurs, concealed mysteries in the darkness,
revealed secrets beneath the silvery moonlight,
A new day is born, an ephemeral blackout,
a transient show, celestial drama disappears.
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