Solace in Sunsets

I stepped out into the snowy stillness and all I could feel was hope.

I knew my whispers would be heard as shouts. 

I let the wind carry my voice to the clouds.

The stars would hear too, if they listened close, and the moon would bend her beams to shield us from snow.

The sun was leaving, but he left the skies teeming.

The sun has left for now, but he will always be there to beckon us home.


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