trees tremble, quietly
in the laughter of sweet winds
leaves rustling, waltzing, twisting
through the fresh noon gentleness
abiding in my spirit, the stirrings
of a hesitant dream…
predictions of glowing silence in the moonlight
whimsical stars, breaking through the heat
of a star sprinkled night, where my heart remembers
silvery peppered skies, during the times when I felt
more than I heard, more...
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