A Lover's Pen

Nights were still and young
Waiting for their Dreams.
Like the shore standing for the ocean’s kiss.
The cold breeze waving
To remind a chill in its path.
Till the light showers on…
It’s a journey, until the crimson
paints the darkened day
With colors of light and hope.

And the wait, it the beauty
to shed and gloom each day.

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