Stars are singing tonight
A rhythm is being played by the Saints
Of water slipping softly past rock
Crickets as their chorus
Meteors fall from the heavens
Fireflies dance like ghosts on the islands
Author notes
What can come of a quiet night fishing on the river bank
Might not be finished yet...but what do you think?
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In the serentity of night when life at all angles stops it caos to let all feel the the gental beams of the moon touch our verry existance with peace and love in thins we can dream
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