As the night gathers
Around the valley like
The hair of a lass into a bun
The faint light of the
Evening has already said
Good bye to the earth and gone
Sitting in a chair I
Watch the lonely star
Blinking slowly in the north
Through the feathery
Clouds the majestic moon
Glowing slowly marches forth
Soft wind caress
My face as a piece of
Cloud paces vastness of the sky
And I feel sleepy
Listening song of the
Stream that slowly flows nearby
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soft and sweet all sizes of poets is just relative each poet thinks his composition does merit the Queens Red INK BUT how many can a person read just tell me So to the world sentiments now I is about to feed O world MERRY Xmas to all that inhabit the earth today along with me You are one such a great poet Big or small doen't interest any