Oh trees of dusked ambitions
on roots of yesterdays truimphs
Calm under the lunar influence
As the sun sets back to the past.
A new today of night nature
Tiptoes out from the glaring days
Sands too heave aside
Brewing troubles from the daily pot.
Oh magic bliss of the dark
Senses of all rest on your lap
Oh lady of tranquil charm
Induce your poise in tired minds.
Oh messenger of dreamy sights
Oh lord of quiet silence
Bless upon these tried souls of the sun
With power panache and all your elegance.
Relate, I can.
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