The sharp night lights now not so luminescent
even the close ones seem to be dull, distant,
The halo 'round the moon blurs them reminescent
of the world that lost its meaning in an instant.
This magic hour at dawn when all seems possible
space and time dissolve, yet they are visible,
For they are reborn each day in your mind
as you search for them, and yourself you find.
Saturday, May 5, 2018
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