Pondering the difference between dusk and dawn
Sitting on an old chair on my tiny front lawn
Dew drops on the freshly-cut blades of grass
I hear the sweet songs of the wind-chimes of glass
When suddenly the sun rises with no warning
Leaving me with a fresh day, and a new morning
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PoetryHer words were laced with hidden meanings. 1ST PLACE WINNER OF THE CAR AWARDS 2017 start: 3/3/2017 COVER ART: KELOGSLOOPS 2022 Edit: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES (+MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM!) I...