Dawn
There is a silence that rises with the tide
A heart within that never sleeps
Before the edge of the last shore disappears
The heart reaches out to the end.
Past that.
As far as the eye can’t see
The wind plucks a lonely tune
But the dawn never comes.
Copyright © Lansell Taudevin | Year Posted 2016
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