The crickets chirp
And the black bats fly
The owls hoot
And the frogs croak
The night-time symphony
Beautiful in simplicity
Eerie in tone
Comes and goes
Loud and soft
Like the ebb and flow of the sea
The moonlight shies
Sparkling on the surface
Beneath the still waters
A hand floats
Suspended halfway between the darkness and the light
Pale, blue-white skin absorbing and reflecting the light
The symphony continues
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