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Blue Lullaby
Houses on the hill.
Lonely specks of light.
Faint echos
promises...
adrift,
eaten by the night.
Mothers, Fathers
Children
gathering to repose.
Lights like eyes,
vigilant.
The peace that deepens grows
and slowly softens
the lights go out
as sleep secures its hold.
Mothers, Fathers
Children
Dream
of tales never told.
