Unmistakable

There is the unmistakable,

When kindness burns so brightly in your eyes, on
This night that rages war on the defenseless.

All take notice,
When the voice you speak from
Befriends cold hearts dying of hatred.

It sure is unmistakable,
Loving the hand that strikes your face,

Loving the violet hue of fear,
We All take notice.

Much have you given, despite
No sign of the end.

No formalities, although
We must say thank you for the light

You live from,
Your breath of love that

Cares not for the glory,
But, for the end of this turbulent night.

 

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