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In twilight hour
when moonlit streaks
in nighttime waves,
sudden urges mount
a heavy heart
to wonder when, maybe how,
in the brightness of day,
the change will be made.
Such round orb mentality
skewed resource of fragile
strength within the heart’s
own organic timing,
waits again for fear and indecision
purveyors of frailty.
As children our eyes
looked into the night sky
while idle threate
left themselves at our door
as magical monsters,
under our beds, safely odd.
Tonight in a lit sky
a future relevance
speaks more clearly
than a windswept morning
soon to drift past
the time of reckoned need.
The human mind,
once known as power,
now retreats home,
so we might allow
our soul to wander
quiet in beauty’s repose.
Beautifully written 🙂
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Thank you so very much 😄
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