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Image of Fall 2020
Image of Poetry
Gazing into a midnight sky
is all it will ever be
until the stars whisk past
darkness is all I see.

When this short night passes,
as the sun reveals the view,
it'll uncover why the stars
were always there too.

So we watch the fading lights
as they flick on and off,
faithful to the paths they lead us,
praying we'll be better off.

Darkness is confusing
as we wade against the fear
of losing lives we've made
or departing from those so near.

Hold onto those arrows,
so strategically put in flight,
as they lead us toward a love
and our own divine shape of light.

Have faith in the sun's rising,
to the day that night cannot compare,
when you'll see how far you've made it
with all the ones you love standing there.

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