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Poetry By: moonphish


Submitted:Apr 3, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

i sat transfixed

the moon was conducting its nightly service

the wind bowed the tree limbs as violins
the crickets chirped a steady percussion
the night birds added scat as the coyotes howled the blues
the roar of a nearby river underscored all with majesty
the campfire snapped its fingers in approval
and the fireflies were dancing notes in the black page sky
it is a song that will never be captured on paper
it is a song that will never be forgotten
for it is written by God


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