Moments Woven



When the last drop

Of sunlight

Is smeared across the glassy sky,

I shall bend and pick

The scattered  flowers

Of yet another day.

I shall place them

In a little jar of

A million sparkling moments

And when the darker

 Moments come,

I shall let them

Soothe me gently

Into a deep and restful sleep

Till another dawn.

 


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