Night's signature is darkness, bold darkness.
Like bare stamp on mail, in a night sealed sky.
I stand uncovered, pure point of brightness.
My cloak- Night's notepaper: he pens, mails, why,
A message to mama pruned in no haste
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Air mail, fares fair, no bomb, no blast:perfect
note, dew scented: words like fine wine in taste.
It had mama skipping, singing. Detect I did:her song's lyrics were blooms only.
Her eyes were lilies, her mouth-blue lagoon:
Wind in her leaves, musk in her smell:lightly,
Her heart touched the sky as she topped a tune
Of joy. Spaces pass, Daystar signs Sunshine.
Night's fade, I wrap up: Mama beams in line.
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