After a long day of chores
and heartbreaks,
I look out of the window for solace.
Dusk.
The Sun, now red
like ambers close to an end,
is washed by the ocean waves
of the thin wisps of clouds.
Kissed by the sleepy Sun,
the clouds blush.
The orange Moon,
hiding all day
from the burning anger
of her father,
now comes to face.
She sings quiet songs
made of silver beams
drowning away his rage.
He sleeps at the horizon,
in the arms of dark Night
to wake the next day.
With a quietened heart,
I now seek Hope—
tomorrow
will be a new day.
Wonderful poem with a nice ending of hope. Thanks for sharing it.
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Thank you, Geri! 😀
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This is such a beautiful poem. Just beautiful.
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Thank you, Don! 🙂
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