Slow at night I think Silence far-reaching and deep Enlivened by the breath of nightThe moon kissed by blight. As I think deep, shadow travels,In the backyard it lingers,Spirals into this close range,And I become what a fenceTo guard this tiny home. Copyright: Welkin Siskin
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