dark sky, blue moonlight
upon the top of the mango
tree. the wind strolling
along gently and cool
whispering her stories
on her endless journey.
ooh, can you hear it now?
how it moves and lingers
on the grass and branches
while the sparkling quiet
star lights sit back in silent
watching the world as it sleeps.
night time. oh how I'm filled
with wonder. the shifting
shadows, the weary sounds
that seem to echo into the
pitch black sky. time and again
the moon light.
©ivedan
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