the night crawls closer,
listening with starlit ears
for the soft breathing
of the world abound.
it sings softly,
lighting the moonlit pools
and soft silt sliding
between the restless waters.
when the wind blows
through it's dark furr
the sleeping sounds wisper
and fidget and slowly open
their dreaming hearts
to the bluish tint
of the sky's blanketing
of the stars widening
of the grounds soft song
which winds so gently
throughout the deepest
of the nights loves.
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