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Jan 2020
we worship
the sun

and watch
her smile

she holds
the moon

in her
tiny fingers

squeezing
light

from inside
the darkness

hope can’t
exist

without fear
and we wait

for her whisper
when everything

hard turns soft
and love becomes

the basis of life
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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