“Sun behind the clouds”

Behind a quilt of silver-threaded shrouds,  
The sun reclines, a watchful, golden eye—  
It softly warms the rain’s observant crowds,  
And spills its hush across the distant sky.  

Mist lingers like a secret, pale and kind,  
Where morning’s hope has found a place to rest;  
Yet still, the gentle sunlight seeks to find  
Its way through cotton castles in the west.  

We walk beneath the muffled, soft embrace,  
While rays—diffused—still light our humble way;  
Each shadowed moment promises a grace  
That turns the ordinary bright as day.  

For even veiled, the sun will not rescind  
The quiet vow to rise above the wind.

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