Evelyn Judy Buehler

March 18, 1953 - Chicago

Moonlight Through Blossoming Trees

Upon my chaise in moonlight breeze,
I hear sweet music from the trees,
Fragrant petals are wafting down,
With milky moonlight to the ground.

The night is replete with beauty,
Elegant trees whisper softly,
News of gently coming midnight,
But I'm lost in silver limelight!
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