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Twinkling lights…

“I rest in the grace of the world and I am free.”
― Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry

I settled
by night
in the tender fold
of twinkling lights
and the moon’s
soft hold…
I was touched
by the peace
of wild things,
the evening’s stillness
against my skin,
I sank into lawns
of emerald green,
with a tingly feeling
of the unseen,
when words mean less
than the movement
of love,
I’m bathed
in essence
of the stars above…



I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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