it heals my heart when listless
skies open up and become rain
when feathered forms are kissed
by the very wind that calls their name
when sleeping love awakes behind
eyes blurred with tears and hopeless dreams
kissed shut by dusk when white petals fall
from pale rose that softly gleams
among the stars and unanswered prayers
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