Silence throughout the night, joyous laughter from the heavens, ringing, pealing away sadness and frustration.
Proclaiming liveliness of peace stirring in the abyss of life, holding it closely, suggestively portraying it the way it grows, quietly inside in whispered minutes of existence.
Shadows following moonlight, wanting a part in festivities brought about by night.
Woodenly jumping on frail legs of thought, lacily decorated for the soul, enraptured by solace found deeply inside, existing there from the beginning of time.
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