Waiting To Dry

Drops fall
as the painting
is still
drying.

A little star
is born tonight
in the spilled
yellow paint.

Landing in
a world
that needs
it's loving grace.

Shall it
flourish
in vibrant
and melodic waves.

For starting today
the sky will
no longer relinquish
the dark.

We have found
the light
please guide
us we say.

The blacks and
the whites
shall fade
with the night.

Color may
salvage
this ridden
town.

Yet it's funny
how a fallen
star, is the
greatest by far.

The lengths of
their journey
exposed through
a radiant persona.

Here to bring
change
and in our hearts
forever stay.

See the little mistakes,
in the big picture
seem to matter
the most.

They come
when we
least
expect them.





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