The setting sun, in brilliant gold,
Sets awash the sky azure
For night’s armies to march on, take hold
To bring a cool breeze, lilting, pure…
And starry skies, dimpled in silver,
With stars, so far, but clear
Fills my heart with emotions new
And lends it some new songs to hear…
The cries of birds returning,
The gurgling ballads of the streams,
The crickets and cicadas call in yearning
To meet the love of their dreams…
And thus passes the night, again
Begins the sun another day, new
I wait again for Mother Earth to embrace
Another night, to cure me of my pain…
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