Beneath the shinning stars,
Beneath the gleaming moon,
When night has healed the scars
Of burning noon…
…And so, I say to you
If hate possess your heart,
When day’s hot strife is through
Bid hate depart.
The disappointing day
Whenever wrong, or how,
Is something passed away?
Is ended now.
Forget, forgive, the scars,
And sleep will find you soon
Beneath the shinning stars,
The gleaming moon.
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Katarina this is gorgeous! Thank you for this. It's quite beautiful.