Dark, cool, mysterious-
Is a lady called night-
Her voice is an evening breeze-
A whispering, gentle light-
Stardust softly twinkles-
In the moonbeams of her hair-
She steals i after twilight-
And finds you dreaming there.
Written by Ruth F. James(now deceased)
Reason for writing:
My Mother inspired me.(now deceased)
Birth sign: Not entered
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