Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Grace

The day falls silent
When clouds fill the sky
With the promise of rain
The trees seem quieter
Even the birds only whisper
Peck at the grains with respect
For the hush that comes
Only at dawn and dusk
When time is at a loss for words
Does not know what it wants
Whether to rise or fade or disappear
All the world wants is grace
Though it will not mend its ways.

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