Night-time adorns our hearts with wings daring us to fly.
Restless spirits wrapping cobweb threads of
endearing sonnets capturing words of soothing
soliloquy beyond the sound of silence.
Sky meanders as keeper of the stars
following the moon's path as two lovers of truth trespass on hallowed ground, entering night's fantasies forest.
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