The quiet was peaceful,
and the sky was alight
with stars that shined as brightly
as our souls shined
in the moonlight.
And the smell was intoxicating,
like fresh roses blooming,
or spring green arriving early
on a cold winter's evening.
The sun was just setting,
and the moon just arising,
and some were just sleeping,
and others just rising,
on this peaceful, quiet, moonlit night.
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Author:
M. Evermore (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2022 13:03
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
Beautifully expressed
lovely imagery evermore
A much enjoyed read. Reminded me of clockwork under the moon.
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