A Twirl of Moment
In the silence of this night
The moon rolls across the sky
And the fog gently hugs the rolling hills.
I sit.
To the yonder of the times I am gyred
To the hour where it sprouted our secret love
To the lips it blessed our lives.
Dewdrops falling on the cold roof
Pitter patter, the bucket collects
The icy water, the giver of hope.
May the sweetest scent kiss your sleep
May the gentlest breeze bathe your dream
May the warmth of the sand heal your fears.
If you must hear the rooster singing,
You will know that I think of you.
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