Sunset Smile

Sometimes the moon is
Jealous of the sky
And her beautiful ways.

Sometimes the clouds look
Beyond the horizon
To those brighter days.

Sometimes the sea
Runs from
those metal storms.

Sometimes the weed
Tries to suffocate
The corn.

Sometimes the tree
Whispers between
Tears of the rain.

But then sometimes
The sunset smiles
And saves them all anyway.

Sometimes it's not about what has been done,
But more so
What is to yet come.

Boneata Bell


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