Jun 2015
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Leaves on the trees
rustle in the breeze,
the crickets sing
out of tune
Drowsy tulips
bow their heads,
saying good night
to you
Twilight skies
bid goodbyes
on this eve of a
nightfall dream
As now I send
my love to you
glowing bright on a
*soft moonbeam
Leaves on the trees
rustle in the breeze,
the crickets sing
out of tune
Drowsy tulips
bow their heads,
saying good night
to you
Twilight skies
bid goodbyes
on this eve of a
nightfall dream
As now I send
my love to you
glowing bright on a
*soft moonbeam
I asked my love to help me with the
good night poem I would write tonight
She sent me these first two verses.
good night poem I would write tonight
She sent me these first two verses.
