The languid sky has gone to rest into the depths of inky water. The wind plucks on the ripples and plays a silent tune. Stars have blinked and beckoned to Sleep.
Sleep, she has crept in on my window sill, past the weeds mumbling in her trance. She has slowly tread without shadow or breath, to lull my spirit. Tempting me with the fragility of memory. Her loyalties lie with the longing night. He waits for her outside. Patiently, ardently. Till she comes after her chores. Then they meet in a transient embrace,as the moon bashfully turns away and the morning stands guard.
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