Us

Unfailingly,

Like morning's first rays of the Sun,

You fall upon me,

gathering my pieces,

Completing,

what remains undone,

And as the dusk comes calling,

You don the cape of the Moon,

Soothing with the loner's gaze,

the impassioned marks,

of the inflamed burn.......


S.S


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