light peeks through
the small shreds,
small peeps
of the weighted dark drapes.
Calm winds whisper
the illusion of hope
while sun's beating rays
paint the day as day.
Leaves sway
their shy dance
amongst the towers
of such truths,
such rugged wise trees.
Look to the sky
to find hope's wandering lights
peep through the night's
dark and sad blue blanket.
Such twittering lights.
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