Hey everyone! I used up my useful brain on guest blogs. So sorry.
Since my last poem seemed well received, here is one that seemed fitting with all the good news.
Reprieve
Cathy Terranova
A rest and ease from sorrow found
Hark, as strange laughter makes a sound
Not heard in many waxes and wanes
Of the moon, whose borrowed light remains
It is neither daytime, nor bleak night
Yet a sliver of sun sheds beams of bright
A heavy soul feels much more free
As so is misplaced, a day to grieve
A rosy cheek is warm at last
From a brief reprieve, before it’s passed
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