It was a black moon night

absent of shadows,

full of dreams.

Days bouquet of clouds

melted into tasteful air.

There was a release of sounds,

living for a moment,

then lost.

The pulse of dark became


A light breeze engaged

unwilling leaves.

Stone walls held tightly

the history of land.

There was a passing of words.

Promises were made

never to forget this evening.


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