Our Saving Grace
It's not the blackness, that will be our fate,
This we will cry out, when the time is late.
The all-night meditations, about things,
and the surprise, when the morning bell rings.
Those who wake, with sleepy eyes and smiles,
before innocence, the world defiles.
This land of opposites, and its' extremes,
that turns out to be, much more than it seems.
They say that love, will be our saving grace,
as its' light illumines...our sacred face!
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