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We are the stars that sing..

We are the stars that sing above the valley at night, above the winding dirt road.

The sky spellbound with diamonds, the mountains folded into each other.

We are the birds that fly, wing to wing, hunting the wind, surrendering into slowness, melting along rivers of the night.

My heart is a tuning fork, sung open, spiralling on thermals of joy.

I will always remember this night. The valley asleep, the houses far and bejewelled.

The grace of your wingspan, the tenderness of my heart flung open, and the night streaming through unbound.