Crimson dusk over the countryside,
a peaceful diminuendo.
Ripples serenading a mid-lunar night,
a tender wind, a baton of delicacy.
A caring heart, a graceful soul,
a man of modesty.
The sweetness of music, a child of nature,
my good friend.
26 July 2013 A.D.
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To thyself be true my friend