Yesterday
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- Seen Jan 14, 2008
At Night
when crickets chirp,
the moon hangs
(against the midnight blue
with little holes
that angels peep through)
tucked with gray clouds
cradled by darkness,
lulled to sleep,
with gentle whispers of the wind,
singing a lullaby through leaves
of trees
whose gentle sighs
wash away the dreams
of the slumbering moon
at Night
when crickets chirp.
when crickets chirp,
the moon hangs
(against the midnight blue
with little holes
that angels peep through)
tucked with gray clouds
cradled by darkness,
lulled to sleep,
with gentle whispers of the wind,
singing a lullaby through leaves
of trees
whose gentle sighs
wash away the dreams
of the slumbering moon
at Night
when crickets chirp.