Pink Skies @Happenstance

Beneath a moon of whispered light,

Two birds keep vigil through the night.

The tide retreats with softened sighs,

As lanterns sway where silence lies.

 

The sky wears blush, the clouds exhale,

A quiet sea, a silver trail.

And though no words disturb the air,

Some sacred stillness lingers there.

 

Happenstance

 

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