In solitude beneath the thousands stars,
Ponderances of old stories from times so far,
Of glisten eyes, of love untold,
Of a silence in sweet forebode,
Sat in stillness; listen to the muted night,
Whispering leaves under moonlit sky,
A memory of honeycombs like tender embrace;
Ingrained eternally, peaceful moment in grace.
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