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Oct 2014
The setting sun sends it’s colors, cascading down the hillside
Falling but carelessly, running across the landscape
Lower now, it sinks into the ***** of mother Earth
The moon slowly awakens from her slumber
She takes her place high in the sky and with a sigh, illuminates the trees
The wind speaks to her as I whisper in your ear
Sit close to me and never fear
Even as the head of hard times begins to rear
Rest your head so heavy with thought in my breast
Listen to the blood, ever passionate as it flows through my chest
Worry not, relax, and dream
Things are never as bad as they seem
Let the stars now be our light
Sit by me and fear not the coming of night
I **** at titles. I hate them.
Written by
Orybix  Earf
(Earf)   
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