The trees whisper, and shush
In the breeze,
They quiet me
And the rain falls silently,
In its drenching rush,
It calms me
And the moon stares, and glows
In its luminescent hush,
It calls to me
And the dark looms, hovering
With the brush of its cold hand,
It soothes me
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Sing and Dance
PoesiaSing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
