LANDAY FOR AUGUST

 

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Silent dark in starlight falls a thief,
cool as a glass of water, dreams begin to breathe.

Galaxies whisper secrets in a fit,
each a drop of promise, each without respite.

Of cosmic ashes, new worlds are born,
renewal in the void, I am  storm

In the vast unknown, we reach for our grace
with every heartbeat, we search for place.

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