Daylight has fled
Darkness resounds
Amongst the trees
Silence
Fills the empty
Spaces between
The nimble
Fingers
As they slip
The vibrant, feathered
Covering over the
Tender
Skin surrounding
Curious lashes blanketing
Eyes like wet
Sand
All the while
The sound of
A jubilant quartet
Plays,
Beckoning, luring
All to follow
And sway
Together
Until the hands of time
Forbids it any longer
Be free and let slip what lies
Beneath
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