dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille 117 — The Dude Abides
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A Place to Shine
Stars grew weary of the day.
They twinkled their hardest and
still could not outshine the bully Sun.
They danced and sparkled until
some burnt themselves out,
some collapsed. The gentle
Moon opened its arms wide and
beckoned to them, “Come, abide with me.”
What an enchanting image of the moon befriending the stars!
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I could happily just abide right here for awhile:
“Stars grew weary of the day”
And you know I loves me some moon.
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I love the image of the stars being welcomed by the moon…
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Being welcomed can salve many wounds. Beautiful sentiments, Candace.
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I love the gentle moon 💜
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Awww…
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