Sitting by the riverside -razor-fish, their reflections of the moonlight-glinting.
Sharper than the stars of the dark sky.
The pebbles in the river like mercury silver, complementing the beautiful, graceful moon.With the clouds her servants catering a wet banquet.
Drip by drip the slow n soft raindrops, meeting gaia, presenting a gift from the heavens.
And in return she sprouts forth a glowing of flora, night-flies fluttering n dodging the scents.
The scents that are left stranded in the air.
Time is not welcomed here, no invitation.
So I smile to both women keeping me company.
Waterfalls spraying with moist cleaning the air, I breathe in, deeply, slowly, with gaia n the moon ever-pleasant.
I bear my gift which is admiration, blue glowing trees, yellow vein flowers n silver rivers.
This warm air clothing me, wrapping me in warmth.
Creatures of the night talking to keep me fear free with the stars winking and giggling at their talk.
A sip of the river i take flowing through my soul, at once I'm with the servants preparing a new banquet.
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