Thrill of Night ITQ
Moon and stars, up in blackest skies
Breathing softly before night dies
Soon, the gentle sun shall arise,
Blazing beauty, warmth to chastise.
Before the day turned into night,
Peaceful sighs blew in winds of light,
Serene moon, star’s breathe so polite,
Tales of love on hearts she’ll excite.
Soft whispers of music stirring,
In hearts where hopes are recurring,
Amazing that I’m preferring,
Lines thwarted and soon they’re blurring.
Moonlight falls, flowing on the hills,
Perfect love, harmony who thrills.
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