Dimly glowing in a morning sky
As though time will never leave its side
The sun uprising from freezing sleep
Chases the moon away with radiant heat
In a moment when you could almost hear
Brilliantly, not one ounce of fear
A whisper of hello that turns to good-bye
A truth is shown that sometimes seems a lie:
(When the sky so elogquently portrays)
That everything will be okay.
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