Moonlight
washes the red tiles and the white walls the streets are cool at last after the great heat of the day the gardeners have all gone home leaving the lawns perfect the ocean rises sighing dragging its sleeves of light and litter along the shore in the distance the mountains are smoky old fires greatly subdued the brass key is nested in the carved door blossoms yellow ivory and pure white |
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