That Too Is True
I love Twilight:
just before night;
the sun bleeds red,
where clouds have bled;
and at last light,
sinks out of sight.
I love the stars,
the rise of Mars,
warm winds that blow,
the moon's soft glow,
and the Night sky
when Dusk is nigh.
I love the rain:
it feels my pain
and cries with me
for all to see;
drops trickling down
to quench the ground.
I love fresh air
and folks that care;
for they're real,
know how I feel,
and share my tears;
my hurts and fears.
And I love you,
that, too, is true;
love healed my heart,
only to start
healing my soul:
and made me whole.
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