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Goodnight It is very late and now I must go for the stars are twinkling, calling to me with a furtive wink, a secret message shared between us. It’s time to sleep, to join them in the sky, riding their shimmering tails, playing hide-and-seek behind the clouds while our wise moon looks on and smiles, a smile so mysterious and ancestral, protective. I become a child again, a particle in space, timeless as my soul returns to the playground in the sky, in the universe. Joyful, content and weightless of worry...... until the haughty sun shows its presence and disrupts the games. With its first showing of rays the stars hide behind the moon who, quietly, quietly leaves with a wistful sigh. And I return down to the arms of mother earth, until the night returns tomorrow to claim my presence once again. |
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