Museum Of The Night
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Jim Yerman
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I walk her halls in silence...with but whispers of starlight
Which illuminate my path...while casting shadows in the night.
As I walk I realize...art...is all round me
And I have to stop and marvel...at the beauty that surrounds me.
How can I not feel blessed walking in whispers of starlight
Down endless halls of beauty...in my museum of the night?
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