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Moonlight casting black shadows

Dying the lake silver.

The trees whisper of when they were young

While the river tells its tales.

I listen to these stories,

Intertwined and continuous.

I watch the moon

Move across the sky

As the shadows dance.

Their stories tell of secrets

Only between friends

And the dances of the hearts.

I listen and watch, for fear of it ending.

And tomorrow again

I shall wait for this

To begin.