The World's Hiding Place

December 26, 2009
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Nature rests at night,
Lounging in silver hammock,
Settled in the stars.

Eyes blessed with sweetness,
Lashes curved in such beauty,
Gifted by God’s hand.

The lustrous lips smirk,
So ethereal, gracious
For the Day’s finish.

Skin dabbed by heaven,
Floating in wondrous pale light,
Has no match for grace.

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