Maria Maria

A thousand tries, cries, and wondering whys.
The night shift clocks out early
no one goes home.
Under the sun is a world.
That glimpses the shimmering fairy.
And a light feeling tickles the toes.
Candle wax is melted and stamped.
An invitation is hand-delivered.
Then a gentle knock. The door opens.
An amber light glows, and energy flows.
Then a Voice comes:
“It wasn’t all for not.
No, it wasn’t all for not.
Listen here.
It wasn’t all for not.”

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