Golden Sunrise
I’m sorry for the way you are
makes me feel like I’ve gone too far
and now your love as turn to hate
I now a victim of our fate.
It wasn’t planned this life this hour
yet the shadows cast bleak and dour
a Golden sunrise oh so brief
fuels again a life of grief.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2012
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