November Night

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November night old familiar friend

Let’s sit and be old friends again

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Gaze at your stars till eyes grow weary

Sit and watch your thin clouds clearing

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Again you’ve hung your humid coat on the hook of crescent moon

Still it hangs between intermittent soft breeze awakening, stirring

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I enjoy our thoughts which pass unspoken of today, tomorrow, morning

Just to sit here, be here, breathe your soft night’s story

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Unspoken air, warm yet cool, still yet moving slight

Breathe on me your quiet quilt of Queensland November night

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