The stride to glide,
slides with a child-like beat,
above, the day hovers,
below, the night waits to rise.
Singing along to a whistling tune,
it becomes a favorite song.
The shinning sun spreads its warmth, kissing cheeks,
waiting for the moon, in full to appear,
before a magnitude of glittering stars,
hope grows strong.
There is something between you and I,
a wordless touch of souls,
where silence comforts a joy to breathe,
the same air, it’s rare.
A reaching hand that strokes near yet far,
it lends itself in a most beautiful way,
a special kind of affair,
answered in prayer.
The only agenda,
is that we’ll be there,
who really care.
Anger and pain will rise,
from time to time,
let it out,
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