Midnight Songs

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The blue midnight songs

crash down at my door,

the soft rhythm of glee playing throughout.

The echoes fill the fainted murmurs

as the moon kisses the waves.

A hollow voice runs through

the low winds blown—

A lone flower hears the laughter of

A drop of blood playing with a drop of dew.

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A/N: The last part was a bit shivering, wasn't it? Why not cast an assuring vote before leaving? Thanks! :)

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