Twilight has past,
Horizon is black,
Lone Oak tree
Is a large lacy mass.
Watching the moon rise
It nestles in the branches of the tree,
Snatched held fast to its empty breast.
Held gently in a sweet caress.
No birds or clouds found.
The breeze whispering your name,
I know I am loved.
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