The day must leak its light away
The sun's gentle rays fall to earth
The beauty, the brightness, the passion forgotten
The truth lost from its grasp
Man must lose his gentle faith
His love resigned at the sight of death
His love, his care, his dying breath
Forever sealed beneath the waves
The song must come to an end at last
The reverie tune cease to delight
The tune, the words, the soothing sound
Destroyed with the harp by the darkened light
This hand must decay at last
The soaring passions decline with the heart
The passion, the beauty, the permanent shine
Lost with death and life unfound
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The Day Withers Away
ŞiirAn anthology of poems written from over three years back up until this present moment.
