Where’s there’s no moon at night,
No light to keep me warm,
No calm touch of an arm,
I feel the texture of the leaves beneath,
As the darkness consumes underneath,
I feel like I’m floating like a leaf ,
Circle like motion in a wreath ,
My body seems light,
As it drifts into darker nights,
My eyes close,
To drift into a doze.
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