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littleme

were mornings come
a salve to ease
these passages of time
forgotten now
are distances between
the last hello
the first goodbye
melt into the day –
becoming but a memory
of dreams

before the truth awakens
prayers to silence fall
erasing years
outnumbered by the night
as destinies defended
to an ever faithful moon
love is gathered
sweetly
into light

. . .