Under a Pale Blue Sky
Under a pale blue sky,
we live lives of wonder.
When we go merrily,
along not asunder.
The sky grows dimly dark,
for the night phantoms dare.
When our dreams are kidnapped,
and become a nightmare.
Sometimes our darkest fears,
can be our best design.
When it makes a difference,
like when eyes have no shine.
Yet there's always the dawn,
like a necklace of stars.
To heal the darkest night,
like Venus heals her Mars!
date: 5/04/23
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