Poems ✍️

  09.03.2026
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Author: Arthur Bayldon

Night-Silence

The patient stars are shining large and clear;
The crescent moon hangs like a tilted bowl;
So calm, so still, that I can almost hear
Thoughts stirring in the chambers of my soul.




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