She arrives shortly after sunset,
But I can sense her coming hours before.
She is beautiful,
With her flowing dark hair, bright starry eyes,
And the smile of a crescent moon.
She embraces me
Whispering to me sweet nothings;
Like the chirping of crickets
Or the croaking of frogs.
Holding me tightly in her arms,
I feel safe,
Protected from the world around me.
Fading into darkness and dreams,
She comforts me,
Slowly stroking my hair
As I lay with my head in her lap,
Singing me to sleep with lullabies
Of thunder in the distant clouds.
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