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A Night In June
Luna's glow kisses gravestones,
In a field of eternal repose;
A lowered soul bemoans
In sibilant, unending prose
The night, fashioned in fantasy,
And the wind rends a mournful tune;
Bitter suites of ecstasy
On an impious night in June.
© Rodwin A. Tyndall
In a field of eternal repose;
A lowered soul bemoans
In sibilant, unending prose
The night, fashioned in fantasy,
And the wind rends a mournful tune;
Bitter suites of ecstasy
On an impious night in June.
© Rodwin A. Tyndall
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