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The breeze made an impression through the night
That of a warrior back from a fight
The place all glorious by its precious presence
The winds had no say tonight
The breeze was gentle
Tenderly it spoke to the million leaves
The street lights glimmered
The crickets sung their song
Like the jingling anklets of a danseuse
On a musical night

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Written 31st July
  Aug 2021 ScriptedReposts
Zoe Mae
Stick with me

I'll stick by you

Eternity

Is almost through
the evening star
flickered like a beacon
on night's ink black sea
I'm living but
I'm dead am I
Schrodinger's
cat in a box?
Maybe I'm just
a loose thread
unravels in time
world comes apart.
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