& sweet

Posted on March 7, 2012 by peanutt

The silence ripples through the air
Drawing the midnight moths
And the crickets, in tune,
Closer together
In silence
The silhouette of a serenading siren
Upsets the rhythm of the darkened radiance;
A star whispers above the hush,
Another shoots across, a rush ~

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