Speak kindly to me,
softly, like the cloud
ushered by the night
breeze across the face
of the moon; speak
kindly, for soon it
will be morning.
DRIFTING
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
Speak kindly to me,
softly, like the cloud
ushered by the night
breeze across the face
of the moon; speak
kindly, for soon it
will be morning.