Grows the Night
Moonlight magic philter sweet fragrant.
Dark grows the night within and without
Whilst restless wandering the wind walks
With heavy mumbling steps through the woods.
Moonlight magic philter arousal.
A lone tree, abutting windswept limbs,
Left to expire alone, replaced young
And graced with Moonlight magic philter.
5/8/2020
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