Darkest of Times
In this darkest of times,
come, be with me,
let us live our lives by moments,
tie ribbons to this morning’s rain,
count the clouds,
sing to each other
in a language known only to us,
lie still on white pillows,
shelter in place.
Then, it will not matter.
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