The Beauty Of The Night

The beauty of the night
In silvery streaks
She darts; whispers
Of the trees
The blowing tendrils sweep,
High upon the mountains.
The moon a sailing peeks
At ripples in the sand
That oceans rushing
Bring, in sensuous breath.
The clouds a blushing
Caress the starry skies
In desires gay abandon
In playful mirth and vivre.

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