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Birds and stars

Beyond the oak and silver hills the day nestled in

soft breeze about the land, lily white moon

to light a sky of sparkling starry flowers

Whispers woke the sleeping one

and spoke the night to follow

Owl flew ever high

beneath a Perseid’s shower

A dream – you awoke

to watch shooting stars fall quiet

passed your window

til morning came with birds and stars

peace upon your pillow

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