Gently into the evening moonlight solace appears
in the form of an angel sent to guide and comfort
us in directions of family and talent.
Feeling serenity touch my soul, leading me down
heaven's pathways, through beautiful gardens of
bluest roses with aromas wafting through the air.
Settling down amongst blossoms, relaxing in desert
realms of fantasy and imagination.
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