worn-out dawns
evoke sad laments
when young the rising sun
fulfilled promise
when old the morning
mocks your entire biography
at last disturbing the soul's repose
worn-out dawns tamp the dirt
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
Monday, October 8, 2012
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