Catch the whispers of the heart,
voices through ghostly rain,
'round the lanterns moths dart,
wings milky in moon's stain.
Shells dwarf their dancing selves,
waltzes in the dead of night,
meadows filled with turning elves,
hair bleached by celestial light.
Millions twirl in their dreams,
shadows flit across walls,
calloused feet splash in streams,
answering as master Pan calls.
Nature's heartbeat slowly sways,
movement of treetop boughs,
distorted by misty haze,
lazy spirits slowly rouse.
Forests on a Midsummer night,
enchanted by a magic breeze,
gardens filled with sweet delight,
tremors through the trees.
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