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The bewitching hour has finally come

When I am no longer feeling numb

The time I envision, the perfect scene

Not ordinary visions, but words, fill my screen

Imagery exposed, with the lightest touch

These are moments, I treasure so much

A time, when I can fall, into the night

That caresses my soul, and holds me tight

The moonlit skies, the twinkle of stars

This is the time that takes me so far

Gathering thoughts, I feed off the words

A creature of poetry, longing to be heard


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