The sky is but a purple haze.
Afar a glimmer of sun appears
The crispy quiet, a steady calm,
has lain its peace upon the land.
The moon, he rests at noon and turns
his face to where his lover shines
and hails the life that she will bring.
I see them speak as parents, when
their children sleep, whisper a word
unheard that brings an understanding
smile, which warms their hearts in times
of cold brought on through life’s dismays
and promises a brighter world.
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