With the death of the night
Comes the birth of the day.
With the disappearance of shadow's of the night.
Comes the sun with it's glowing rays.
At the end of every sad tear, sorrow and grief
Comes happiness at last, though it may be brief.
So fret not my dear friend
And wait for day's birth.
For sorrows and grief end.
And happiness that they so carefully veil
Is seen from our tearful eye
No longer with a seal.
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Life and It's Offers
PoetryA collection of poems that depict life and everything it has to offer. Some are infused with humor while others carry an underlying sadness.