Twilight folds its dusky mantle
on tomorrow's child.
Approaching night
hides the richness of
Earth's vibrant day.
A full moon casts a
silver light
over the open bay.
gilding its dark water.
Showers of transluscience
weaves such splenor
sibilent and bright.
So reposing Heaven
lulls our hearts to rest
in soft reverie's nest,
healing the hurts of yesterday.
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