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Sacred is the NightSacred is the Night Moonlight is sacred as elves sleep within silken webs with rain dew drops so pure on leaves of velvet dripping so softly in the quiet night natures playground where sprites dance and hop from bud to stem A scene undisturbed and hardly witnessed a place of magic and majesty of gold and silver and crystal view Silent but for the hoot of a distant owl on a tree tall and splendid with branches spread far and wide as the dawn comes the world awakens with sleepy eyes of children warm in softness of night of comfort in the moon glow so sacred is the night (c) TRIZIA 2007 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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