The sounds of night give me gossamer wings of glistening threads flight into silver dreams
Perfume of jasmim carried on the breeze meets whispers of leaves in a chorus of trees
A festival of light carried by fireflies illuminate the meadow with frog and cricket cries
A warm blanket of stillness in the air, a soft creaking on the porch of the rocking chair
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: November 14th, 2025 03:32
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