Night Air
The night air caresses me,
Like a swift dream of embrace.
The embers of the ever glowing moon,
Hide even the smallest trace.
In this wake I find the place.
The refuge from my hidden fate.
Yet in this fortress I do dare,
To dream a night of caressing air.
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