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The rise of every morning's dawn
Is every dreamers' dream I seek
And every dusk I've been so drawn
Tried I did, to thrive from heap
A woeful las I used to be
With lips so down and tears of fall
Resisting the need to betray me
Yearning to see the end of it all
Of every rays the sun did give
Filled the cup of hope I cherish so
Those dark corners I had to bare
Are the stairs I bring to places I go
Those days while in the dim
Gave me will to sought the throe
Times I've yondered to find the glim
The doleful one is forging to go
How lovely does day do rise
It shines through the covers of darkness' keep
Like a reminder for helpless tries;
'Tis a bead of chances to grasp and reap
The eyes I open for every day
Is the curtain I pull for morrow's in
The agony I seized for what will may
Shall bring me bliss after all I've been
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
