Lay wake, for there, is a full moon tonight,
With all your breath, take in its mystical light.
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Exhale your encumbrance and fall to sleep,
They gather around; keep counting those sheep.
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Black figures frolicking, where have I come to be,
Aye, mate! Have you come to trust in thee?
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Within God’s Acre, show me the scullery, let me earn my keep,
Hollow winds and vacant landscapes, hurry; we must come together. It is time for us to eat.
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Watch out; the silhouettes and regalia kerfuffle beneath the midnight gleam,
Hurry and dissipate the commotion before it becomes your life’s theme.
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Look around! Above and round, the reeds flurry; look at them a whirl,
A few left in our heirlooms; approach them kindly; it could just be your bosom’s pearl.
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Integrate, consolidate, and commemorate.
For those who dance beneath the moonlight, memories perpetuate.
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Acknowledge the shimmering moon now at its zenith,
They have not vanished; it is simply time to replenish.
About the Creator
Bobo theHobo
I have had a couple of culture shocks and an atypical upbringing. I am in search of my soul. Wherever I go, I see masquerades!
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