When the stars send their gentle glow, whispering
winking, flirting with the shadows cast over the night’s sky
breaking through the horizon – strewn haphazardly
sometimes so careful to rip a wish from lips, moistened by music
who weeps beyond the pines, the willows, the forest
where burgundy leaves and silence, peace – rises,
willing the light to stir up lyrics...
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