The crescent moon
Lurks behind the grey clouds
As storms are passing and falling on
The spark of hope is carried along
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marissa (Pseudonym) (
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The moon was beautiful last night…
Even behind threatening clouds there remains a spark of hope. Well done
Marissa, what a lovely piece. I love the contrast between the passing storm and the quiet persistence of hope. The moon may slip from view for a time, but it remains...and somehow that makes all the difference. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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