Poetry from the Writer of Light for Monday, October 6, 2008

Monday, October 6, 2008

LATE SPRING SUNRISE

LATE SPRING SUNRISE What strange thing happens To the infinite hope Of peace, of newness and living, That dawns anew each day With the sunrise? It is banished with our dreams, Chased away like the night By the dark madness That follows our waking. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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