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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