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Night

February 5, 2009
By Anonymous

The sun beats down on the trees
as the soft whispers from them drift into a melody of the wind
When the moon graces us with it's presence, night falls upon us and shelters us with safety and warmth
A protective shield from all the nightmares
All things painful and hurtful, that creep to us in that time
But as we rise with the sun
The moons brother, we still feel the protective warmth of night


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