Poem at 2 a.m.

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Poem at 2 a.m.

Oh the fragility
of earthly life,
an unrehearsed song
achingly sweet,
carried on the winds
of a broken world
on butterfly wings.

Oh my soul
wake up, and live
and sing out loud.
The song of the spirit
is a candle
that cannot be put out.
It is a poem
made of brilliant light,
a recitation
to be spoken
in the middle
of the darkest night.

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