Wrapped in night’s silence,
warmed by the light of the moon,
we finally rest,
lulled to sleep by the presence
of softly lit emptiness.
JDG
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aholdingplace 
Simply beautiful 🧡
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Maybe it’s the subconscious fear of that beloved emptiness that results in insomnia! Your poem is lively and peaceful.
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