Rest awhile here, in hallowed spaces.
Here.
Where the sunlight dances
like a sprightly nymph upon
the green brushwood
mingling through afternoon shade.
Itself - dark and gentle.
Safekeeper of what is quiet,
every fear or lonely whisper.
Holder of songs of wait.
Your weary heart
will find refuge.
As you lie down, held
by the light and sight
of an arm-filled sky of trees.
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