The crescent moon doeth speak to me
Shares its glow so eloquently
Filters down through branches and leaves
Ethereal lace born of the trees
Darkest night, so tenderly
You beckon me to dance with thee
Twinkling stars adorn my fingers
With the only diamonds I pray to linger
My lover is the night, you see
Arriving sweet and stealthily
Sneaking up as twilight opens
A world of magic, divine and holy.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
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Keep up the great work...start that book, you will be famous one day......
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