The moonlight beckons with a sweet refrain, a warm wind blows; I feel the rain. Lost in thoughts of many days. Lost at love so many ways. I long to feel a simple embrace. I long to hear my heart race. I hear a lament whispered in the trees, a lonely whisper to drive me to my knees. To keep and hold with such delight, a kiss to drive back the night. The moonlight beckons with a sweet refrain. A warm wind blows, I feel the rain.
Thaddeus Shane Whittington
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