Sitting, I wait for
the dawn
when the sun rises
I forget, though
never again
I will survive till
the morning
I won’t see the rays of
the sun
breaking the horizon
© W. Donovan
Make your life a poem.
Sitting, I wait for
the dawn
when the sun rises
I forget, though
never again
I will survive till
the morning
I won’t see the rays of
the sun
breaking the horizon
© W. Donovan
I like this. Short but effective, my favorite kind of poetry.
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Thank you
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