I observe an orb of pulsating light
whispering to trees who were blushing red
of sanity hanging by a single thread.

In a world full of chaos and mayhem
our love for each other is the only thing
that’s constant, the other being noon afire

If I could calm the pensive night
and endure defiance of a rising day
would sing of love and uncomplicated things

 

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Posted for ‘Sunday Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads

and posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

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