Private Place
Mister Moon shine down on me
Throw down shadows of the trees
Darkness sets my feelings free
Light and Gloom will hear my pleas
Ponder choices I have made
While I stroll a misty glade
Right and wrong a balance trade
Teardrops fall on long grass blade
Crickets, peepers play night song
Owls hoot in a singalong
Spirit captures nighttime throng
Restores hope and leaves me strong
Night feels like a private place
Where I set internal pace
Give emotions a safe space
Craft decisions with thought chase
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