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Will this night slip by
as the rain drops on already wet roofs
pitter pattering with a rhythm entirely it’s own
a charmed music that soothes the night
with the waning moon gliding by
glistening like a teen upon her own reflection
and what will tomorrow bring
it’s own share of soothing touch
or will the harshness of the Sun create a longing
for the subtle, sensuous night that slips by
quietly as memories through the mind
irreplaceable, yet impeccable, with its blurred edges.