On a night of a crescent moon,
Clearer skies that lay bare all the billion stars
That it gives even the sea peace
And it stays gentle with no more roars,
I sit at the bank and stare at nature’s beauty
Breezes stealing away all the day’s grief
Grief from wounds I got from fighting life’s war.
I take a sigh and realize
Life is this dovish amidst its subtleness
Life is a beauty
God is beautiful
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