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Summer Night

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The moon falls. An owl calls. Silence. The night is sweet. Coolness calms. Shadows and darkness. A gentle breeze. And then, distant in the valley, the sound of a lonely train.

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This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged Night, Summer on August 12, 2022 by Myles.

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