A June night

If a June night

Could talk

It would perhaps

Whisper the song

Of fireflies,

Ripping

The thunderous silence,

Coming alive

With the dance

Of

Silvery and sultry

Moonbeams,

Swaying gently

With their rhythm,

Ruffling

The souls and depths

Of sentries,

Tall and dark,

Standing guardians

To the odyssey of hearts

Under the

Black satin cover

Decked with frail

White stars,

Their thousand

Leaves rustling

With the touch of

Summer breeze,

Breathing

In soft susurrus

The words left hanging

In the slumber

Of

A summer noon

And

Secrets shared

In fading

Golden glints

And

Promises pledged

By the eventide.

If only!

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