The night cannot be that bad;
The silk moon glows
against dark clouds –
silver lines them
and stars wink between
their soft tufts
The owls' soft hoots
tell of life
in the silent darkness
We may lie in shadows,
but we lie holding hands,
keeping each other warm
in the coolness of night
We sleep and dream
and wake
in hope
that has no fear or sorrow –
that does not fear the dark
The night is but a shadow
of the day
silver lines them
and stars wink between
their soft tufts
The owls' soft hoots
tell of life
in the silent darkness
We may lie in shadows,
but we lie holding hands,
keeping each other warm
in the coolness of night
We sleep and dream
and wake
in hope
that has no fear or sorrow –
that does not fear the dark
The night is but a shadow
of the day
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