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Orbs of rain burst on the shingles,
collapsing in a rhythmic joy.
They trace your teary windows,
survey the black trees,
and clinch to withered bark.
Knotting night and day
in the hallowed dark.
A burst of orchid clouds
in your cerulean eyes - barely open.
You’re safe here;
nestled in cold sheets
in the darkness of early morning.
Solace dwells in the silence,
this brisk summer dawn.
You’re safe here;
stepping through the mellow light
and the dew blanketed lawn.
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collapsing in a rhythmic joy.
They trace your teary windows,
survey the black trees,
and clinch to withered bark.
Knotting night and day
in the hallowed dark.
A burst of orchid clouds
in your cerulean eyes - barely open.
You’re safe here;
nestled in cold sheets
in the darkness of early morning.
Solace dwells in the silence,
this brisk summer dawn.
You’re safe here;
stepping through the mellow light
and the dew blanketed lawn.
#poetry #writco #WritcoQuote
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