HOPE DWELLS

Hope dwells
a low streak of light
bent across the land
as I say goodbye
to this embered day,

but then finds
its new points to rest
and shine
in the winking stars,

though few
pierce through
loud city lights
and quick gleams
off cars,

until sure sun
fades up
from the other side
from where it faded down.

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