It awakens as the sun dips down, the lull
Of crickets hidden in grassy groves,
And the silent whispers of fluttering leaves,
In the rapsy beats of tattered wings.
As airy spirits glided by
And landed softly on my shoulders,
Beside my ear, they sat.
Directing my feet towards lighted darkness,
Tugging my heart towards welcoming shadows.
I fell for the enchantments of lady night.
Let Imagination Possess A Pen, And What Results Will Be Beautiful
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