The sun always rises

The clouds of onyx

begin to ascend.

I’m no longer transfixed;

I begin to mend

scattered fragments

with blue thread.

Hope adjacent

to love in bed.

Golden rays

illuminate.

Azure fades

to rejuvenate

the day,

my mind,

I’m OK.

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