TheRedliner7
@theredliner7
Upon the branch, a robin sings, Of summer's warmth and whispered things. A gentle breeze, through leaves it sighs, As daylight fades from azure skies. The world grows still, a quiet hum, Beneath the moon, the stars now come. A peaceful hush, as day departs, And dreams take flight in sleeping hearts.
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