My Garden At Night
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Just thinking about sitting in my garden in summer. Can't wait.
Sometimes late at night,
When the moon is full and bright,
And the air is cool and crisp;
There's a breeze like a pall,
That seems to cover all,
And the moonlight falls like a mist.
I look out on the scene,
And it seems like a dream,
In which fairies flit to and fro.
I watch fire flies float by,
Bringing light to my eyes,
And making my garden glow.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2021
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