It submerged

A million spider webs,  birds seeking to be near. Trees shake as if a warning is at bay, then still, the top, the light of the full moon; the sound of  instant success and volatility.  I will drink to the full moon; the promise that tomorrow brings, the whisper of love from away a  land.

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