Flutter

You are thinking of pain on a night.
There is a bye-pass road being laid.
Everything is quiet outside an ICU,
With fear fluttering a heart’s bird.

Joy refuses to be the damp cracker.
There is silver rain in  night of sky.
Its soft patter comes alive in body.
Hearts are aflutter with new hope.

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