a canopy of stars
an awning of
brightly fallen
hope strung snowflakes
over a mississippi lightning moment
bright and gleaming;
battered but smoothly poured hope into dark chunky soil
giving rise to billowy blooms
the brazen rose of sharon red
sunset set to the key of rustic
the magic hour when all seems lost
and that is the beauty of it.
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