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Dolce Far Niente
The sweetness of doing nothing in a day
On umber earth and mid birds singing in spring.
Spending leisure time in a suspended
Bed hung up by each end between two trees.
We sit gazing at the heavens in the clear night sky,
A theater of dancing stars flitting with the moon.
Hymn lull of tickling leaves as the breeze blows
Through; its slender tendrils raking through.
Soft glow; against the wakeful night darkness
As the moon dappled light pirouette on our face.
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