Even Still
Although the night is black, the sky is still blue.
A blanket of fog covers the late evening sky; above it, night light from the moon and stars still shines.
When a new day begins dressed in dark clouds; even still, the sun rises along with it to give forth its light.
As I ponder all of the above.... I wonder
Is there love as enduring and true as this?
Copyright © Joanmarie Peranteau | Year Posted 2014
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