04/10/2025
“The Sky’s Apology”
The rain has spoken, soft and spent,
its silver tears now heaven-bent.
And through the hush, the clouds release
a quiet bridge from grief to peace.
Gold seeps through where gray once sighed,
a halo drawn across the sky.
The world below stands still, aware—
that fleeting beauty lingers there.
No treasure chest, no pot of gold,
just stories sunlight softly told.
A promise whispered, sweet, serene—
hope arched between what’s been and been.
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