Echoes of the midnight soul hang on the waning moon
Chirping crickets in shadows mingle with noisy croaking of wayward toads
High pitched moans of lovers blending in the opulent silence
Of a light whisper over a still lake where the dragonfly kisses the puddle
‘afore men wake up with hope in their bellies for the new day.
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