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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