Shimmering flux of specs
Grace the beautiful night sky
An over looking moon
Downing on all beyond its ply

Silence emits the peace
Through the islands of fog
Let alone those of nocturnal
Who sing the night’s envious song

Dew clings to the blades of grass
Waving in the wind’s whispers
Enlightened from this presence
Of all that it endures

Could it be so possible
To find such a place
Indeed, of course it true
Until proven false, within my mind it stays

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