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May 2018
As autumn sweeps uninvited
into barren hills,
lovers stare into openness
listening to the music,
the laughter, the shouting,
the occasional child crying
and at the little barbecue fires
all over the campsites,
shining in the darkness,
like fairy lights strung across the hill,
and above them a full moon,
rising most obligingly in the sky,
trailing stars in its wake.
Written by
Ronni MH  50/F/Melbourne
(50/F/Melbourne)   
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