Dusky lavender clouds,
Billowed across the sooty sky.
The breeze, warm but fresh,
Drew from my soul a languid sigh.
I borrowed much of my mirth,
From the gentle, laughing day,
But my tender broken heart,
Felt safer tucked away,
In the evening and the night,
Especially ones such as this,
When the moon is soft and kind,
Rich in its somber bliss.
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