In time of dulcet vesper
I rambled down the lane.
And listened to the whisper
Of songbirds in the rain.
I watched the raindrops falling
Through the sagging crown,
And spied the chaste fawn sprawling
Beneath the hemlock’s gown.
The moon’s soft rays did glisten
Around the dancing mist,
Thus nightfall did rechristen
My peaceful sylvan tryst.
Gregory Hake 
Your words bring the melody of life into our hearts and minds. Thank you for sharing your connection to the beauty of what is eternal.
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Oh that was beautiful. I could picture the silvery moon glow and the blackness of the tree branches against a dark grey colored sky. I love that time of night as well. Thanks for your picturesque words!
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beautiful!
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