A hope spun out on spider’s thread
that breathes new life into the dead;
a grace that lies within the breeze
that lets the gifted breathe with ease.

A long draught for the thirsty man,
and sunshine for the darkened land.
A song that breaks the silent night;
a balm which makes the weary light.

The feeling that the poet seeks,
which brings a blush to ladies’ cheeks;
the artist who paints over blue
by simply saying, “I love you.”

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