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Scent Bringing Musk

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On nightly occasions I ramble
Within nearby areas of green.
The meadows of scent bringing musk,
And the aura of sensuality.

At the owl's incantation of speak,
As if soft whispers at my illusions,
The boughs within the trees,
Sway cellos and violins in concerto.

The mist of midnight dew on clover,
Like lace draped over your shoulders,
Beneath the pantone moon.
I sing love songs serenade. 

Shadows reach out and touch me,
Taking me by the hand. 
Leading me to shallow brook,
Where your reflection softly kisses me.

Fireflies pirouette in the forest,
As if a cotillion of divas arabesque.
Bringing me comfort in my trek, 
On nightly occasions I ramble.

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