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On certain nights
On certain nights, the air yet cold and the sky not crystal, but clearer still, and the trees, yet asleep 'gainst winter chill, bare as skeletons, the moon peers down through cloudless, leafless heights and lights the forest from roof to floor.
Then go and walk and wander through the wood, for the night and all it holds are yours.
February 25, 2002 12:57 AM
That was nice. I'm impressed. Nothing else much to say but please don't stop writing as so many people seem to do when life takes seems to take over. Always incorporate your work into life and vice versa. Anyway, you seem to know all that.
Posted by shyleck on February 26, 2002 1:50 AM
Thank you for the encouragement -- it's appreciated.
Posted by M on February 26, 2002 3:05 PM
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