A smile was floating in the sky
Before the sun broke free.
I hope that others noticed it
Aside, of course, from me.
For such a sliver of the moon
Is magical and rare,
With just a hint of what we know
Is hanging, hidden, there.
The early morning risers
Who look skyward from the street
May, from time to time, be in for,
Like today, a happy treat.
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