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Dec 2015
A neutral day of light,
day and night matched in time as solstice nears.

Morning light slipping
between clouds to light the morning sky.

Looking on my love,
her head she lays upon my arm.
Reaching across to hold me close.

Then a gentle murmur from her lips of peace,
as again she drifts off to sleep.
In her protected comfort zone.

Smiling now myself, knowing,
I gave her a safe place to rest and be at peace.
Please for give name change from Her Peace.
Willard Wells
Written by
Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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