Low Roar


It’s snowing today

ever so slow,

Blanketing all the pain

and letting it go.

It’s magic and it’s


everything stops

and renders all the hurt


There’s a calm

and a stillness

that lays hope

and wellness.

There’s a low roar

from above

and a sifting and settling

of pure love.

She takes her hands

and draws a smile in the snow,

on his car and on the stage;

the curtains are finally closing

on this dark, black show.


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