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[kryptonitemonkey]

The iced blue moon shines on down
caressing the pale tinged skin
as he sings to her this night,
his aimless melodies rustling in the dark,
playing through the crisp leaves of spring,
bringing life to her eyes,
flames to the brilliance of her,
as the moon looks on in awe.
He sings of forever and always,
the rush of cooling waters past,
as she looks on with twinkling smile,
and he sings on of the skies so alive.
His words echo in the night, stirring,
breathing sounds into every hollow,
and as his sweet serenade flows on,
the silver clouds look down and grin,
for the simple joys of the night,
and the gentle play of song.