Trance
I love when the clouds move through the moon,
It’s like a old soul gone to soon,
When I see the mist like texture on the clouds,
As the trees sway through the breeze sound,
It’s almost magically like a glance ,
So mysterious like a trance,
So consumed in the moment,
Deep serenity as I own it,
It’s beauty is mesmerizing,
The sight is so hypnotizing,
The majestic moment of the night,
In a trance paralyzed In sight.
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