of tears and rain
is the way they pool together
to reflect the light and the stars,
leaving behind
this soothing radiance;
a tender reminder
that there are other worlds than this,
other feelings to be experienced,
new lines to be drawn
between what is
and what could be.
Time,
now,
to dance in the puddles, my friend:
dawn is emerging
from the scattered darkness:
soon we'll be revving up our engines,
preparing for takeoff,
climbing beyond the clouds,
our wings brushed with color
by the new sun.
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