False Dawn
In the darkness I crouch and wait: for dawn to warm
my bones and face and replace;
the ache of life and fate.
To hear the song of sunlight
thrum!
Therepace yon army's marching drum.
Copyright © Vincent Wilson | Year Posted 2014
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