There is a beauty
that walks in the darkness,
makes its way
among the bombs
and broken lives,
offers blankets
and shoulders to cry on,
puts on kettles
and bandages,
mends what it can,
and asks
for not one thing back,
as it wraps
in its arms
the troubled night,
and waits
for morning
and its pale sunlight.
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Beautiful words. So relevant in the light of recent events, and so poignant in their simplicity and promise of hope.
Thank you for them.
Thank you so much for your kind words.