Laying by the vibrant candle light.

Stroking the hourglass just right.

Placing a soft buss to kill the fight.

The beautiful war is now a scarce delight.

Her soldiers hold each other tight.

The orchestra can begin to play until daylight.

The vibrations played by the brass is dynamite.

The galvanism that exudes echoes through the night.

Reminding them of why they were the only two on the invite.

The magic created that moment was a rare sight.

There is no doubt that they were always going to reunite.

Poem by me @sugaroc
Painting by @artbandit85
This is day 21 poem for my 30 day poetry challenge to write a poem a day for @badgalriri art.


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