It's a brand new morning;
The bright sun's risen high.
A brand new era's dawning;
And a kinder age is nigh.
It's a stark, dull evening,
The sun is going down.
Weighted eyelids droop wearily,
The day brought a sunken frown.
It's a clear and darkened night:
The moon, the stars, the deep.
Lay your weary head to rest,
And sleep a dreamless sleep.
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Falling Feathers: My Poetry Book
PoetryJust a couple of poems I've written over the years... I hope you enjoy them!
