In The Moonlight
Sunday 13 th November 2011The soft, bright moonlight
Filters through the trees
It calms my troubled soul,
It puts my heart at ease.
The cold does not mind me;
The warmth of my essence stands guard,
And the ice underneath my feet
Is no longer hostile and hard.
The peace washes my worries away
My spirit is now free
And in the moonlight
I am truly me.
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