The Dawn

Susceptible to sadness
Bones of the dark.
Big break, a little broken.

Oblivious to madness,
The wail of a lark
Beats down a goodbye token.

I’ll make of today
Whatever you say.
You leaver, me alone.

But break of day
Is our final way
To reflect, you sadness prone.





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