The sun softly touches the clouds.
Rising gently, lightly floating, time
Passes and the moon glows orange.
Sweet breeze on the night comes
Through the window caressing
Bare skin. Drawn out into the
Loveliness of its dreamy swirl.
The hush of quiet descends.
Gentle is the rest in lightness.
Hush and watch the glow of fireflies.
Magic has come to the wood.
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