In the moonlit hours...
In the quiet bones of night
In the sea-steeped tea of starlight
In the hauntful woodland mists
Lonely birds drink from the dark
so far from sleep
touch my skin and
I can hear
the wolves weep
for Summer's lost heart
As are you. I enjoyed seeing your little moving selfies.
You are always so kind and leave me such lovely words
Deep appreciation my beautiful friend! Hope all is sparkling in your world.
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