The Night

The dark night sky

Can make one’s heart flourish,

Whilst another shrivels.

 

Peace and quiet carries the echoes of life,

Whilst someone wakes

From a world of dreams.

 

A cold breeze blows through,

Carrying with it memories of the past.

Memories of loved ones

Long gone,

And of those waiting.

 

As the sun rises,

One thinks of what’s to come,

Of what one wants to happen,

And of what they have to do.

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