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Summer breezes cool at night
shadows lurching cast not fright
crickets in the
grass at play
never heard from in the day
stars shine down the only light
planes and satellites break the sight
siren in town rings out a fire
men rush in, for need is dire
birds call out from far away
“Time
for bed,” they seem to say
I am not ready, I can not go
I wait to see the moonlight’s glow
Above
the peaks, as if on cue
she casts a beam on evening dew
I thank her for another day
and silently I begin to pray
that all my days be rich in love
Until I dance with stars above
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