Love is setting like the sun
So soon to disappear into the unseen real
To sleep, to dream of requite in the deep heart of an earth
That does not feel loss
That does not know longing
That does not hold life
In Truth
How long will the night to come last?
How long will this last light remain?
Time filters what strength is left through ancient fingers
Whilst the world waits
Watches and waits for the first flickering rays of hope
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