The night is warm and delicate
The moon peers through the trees
The air is fragrant with starlight
Stirred by a fitful breeze
The little chorus of the night
Has sung the last reprise
And nestled deep into the grass
Beneath the sleepy trees
Yet something stirs within the night
A whispered memory
Of love that died within your heart
Though it still lives in me
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
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