Magnetic Poetry Saturday

only when the sky
is black, can we see
the light of a thousand
diamonds shining

hauntingly brilliant,
the dark eyes of
children, who see
the broken(n)ess of
fools and tell
it like it is

the hour is coming
when dreams will
take flight, soaring
on wings of
goodness and love…
morning to our
darkest night

breathe in the dawn,
dark, wet, shaded
browns and greens…
moonlight lingers,
long, soft tendrils
rustling sweetness
on the breeze


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