Illusion

Illusion short poem

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A night very deep,
Everyone asleep.
An adventurous night,
The moon grew wide.
The trees were green,
Seemed quite like a dream.
Held her breath,
She walked a little ahead.
Heard a roar,
A little she broke.
Shined his eyes bright,
She fell for his sight.
The closer he walked,
The more she tried to talk.

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