Sounding softly through the night, drifting down through the window light,
Sweeps the nightlife. Can you hear the whisper?
The wind stealing secrets from the trees,
Always taunting the late night listener.
The night ceiling winking from above,
The soothing cure of balmy night seems to lease,
Time. Allowing mystic midnight to banish the need for reasons, decisions
In this quiet, daytime fears will soon ease.
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