Seven Devils
Quiet pillow of darkness
Softly scented moonlight though'
and thoughts inside his head
A fire crackle no longer sounds the roar of earlier
yet still lingers strong, the smell of burning pine
as a brave mouse discovers
crumbs
and he found the mountain peaks appealing as her smile.
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