Moon

Hours of moonlight are long past.
The trees stand silent in the dark
As if in hiding, from cool gusts
That come down softly from the skies.

The soil waits.
Notes of light play in the clouds.
You are safe now, out of sight,
You can now kiss your shrouded fears.

The night rains will hide your strange tears.

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