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Now the night has come,

western windows darken..

slender bright moon lies low

and the Orion glimmers blindly in

the evening skies.

Clearing the entirety of Earth

with even pace and slow, with a bits

of star glow , I've seen such a

magnificent silvery realms, gleaming

in the timelessness of space.

Anchored by the seven stars in the

inky black space, — here's the seven

sisters, the Pleiades, glowing

beautifully in that soft, and

infinite darkness overhead.

Aloft with shining constellations,

above the very presence of the

starry night skies, hanging like a

jewel wise upon a silver like thread

of the cosmos.

Oh Pleiades, sometimes you might be

faint as a dust of steam but yet you

never failed to amuse me about how

you glows blue tremendously in the

black sheet.

Giving hope in the nights filled

with throbbing silence, the Pleiades

looked down at me, soft glowing in

the dark; seem like calm lamps

within the distant southern skies.

Oh Pleiades, I love the way how

you sang beautifully just like how

the Earth was made, you never failed

to amuse the entire humankind with

your stillness to shine so bright.

Looking down upon the fretful world,

and across the planet dust upon the

edge of space, you aren't afraid to

show the entire universe what you've

got.