Some days are empty
Like those cloudy nights
Staring at the dark of the moon
But they are not soulless
For our love goes astray
And beds with shame
Loving what hurts
And hurting what loves
And needs the empty nights
And days that follow to repair
Her raided kingdom
That’s when poets are born
Crafty architects of peace

Karen Hollingsworth

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