This piece tugged on my heart and gave me a lump in my throat. Your use of alternating quatrains yet lack of discernible meter remind me of the downward spiral of grief and despair we've had to cope with in these times, and the interruption of the established rhyme scheme in the seventh stanza stands well for being shaken out of the cruel cycle of grief in order to look up and recognize the beauty that still exists in our everyday life. The night withers and the sun rises, just as we all move forward and embrace everything life can offer, accepting each day as it comes like a child on Christmas morning. Wonderful work.
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