autumn’s night draws nigh
crickets still transparent wings
whip-poor-wills name cry
earth’s breath gently slows
pine beckons with needle tips
rustles soft and low
touch his calloused skin
our heartbeats meld into one
fresh wounds forgotten
ancient stars observe me
bright twinkling eyes recollect
evening reverie
crickets still transparent wings
whip-poor-wills name cry
earth’s breath gently slows
pine beckons with needle tips
rustles soft and low
touch his calloused skin
our heartbeats meld into one
fresh wounds forgotten
ancient stars observe me
bright twinkling eyes recollect
evening reverie
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