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I rode a freely falling star
That collided with the moon
On a frenetic summer’s evening
Sweat glistening on my skin
And it spoke of secrets, lies and sin
That ended all too soon
It was a serenade for fools
Masked men dancing in a room
As a string quarter was forming
Beautiful harbingers of night
And in gardens of such strange delight
The darkest flowers bloomed
Orion’s dragon in his lair
Glitters, winking his refrain
As the harvest sky is drawing
Departing angels swiftly winging
As beneath the earth is singing
Melodies I can’t explain
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Wonderful.. really .. the beauty of night…
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Superb Helen!
Thank you!! 🙂
A brilliant poetry 🙂
Thank you, that is so kind! 🙂
Delicious Helen, loved the 2nd stanza the most, brilliant.
Thanks so much!! 🙂
This is amazing!
Thanks so much, that is very kind of you! 🙂 🙂
I love the play on words with ‘string quarter’ there, hinting at the phase of the moon…
Thank you!! 🙂
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