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The Bay At Night
swift darkness comes
pushing the sun
behind the horizon
wax melting down
a scented candle
a lonely sound
the crying seabirds
screeching 'cross the water
rippling 'neath the sky
calling me
wind chimes in the wind
adding tinkling sounds
rustling leaves
whispering of far places
uncertain dreams
profound silence within
screaming out
through the night sounds
invoking sadness
wounded by love
© ~Stephanie E. Turpin
