The crescent lifts her shadowy veil
as the night sings a lullaby to the stars
whispers of love and untold secrets
adrift on the cool night breeze
I surrender myself to the darkness
lost in my memories
and the embrace of the night
a balm for my weary soul
and my heart keeps searching
one hour into another
© Ann Bagnall

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