In the still of night,
. . . a voice
becomes Dawn's first light
Where every shadow meets its end
Reverie ascends skyward:
a final page turned
, weary lines
of hope, once written
now unwind
Until this day comes
, we seek our peace
Never again lost
. . . in darkened sleep.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Thank you for an interesting and enjoyable read and brightening up my day
Oh nice PL, so glad this was brightening; most appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻
You are very welcome
Seeking peace is a wonderful goal. This poem made me think.Well done
There will be peace in the valley! 🕊️🙏🏻 thanks mate🤩
A fine write A.
Thanks O🕊️🙏🏻
Peace is a precious thing to possess. A wonderful and mystical poem, my friend. Love this. 🌹👏
Many thanks T🙏🏻🕊️
Oh the subtle shock that creeps up
Every day we arise arqios is a good day.
Andy
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