Jan 26 77 Evening and Dawning
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just one of those days
The flowing fire of day
Melted into the night
High o'er head the moon was out
Showing only half its light.
Dates made before this moment
Kept past their passing
Each a gem concentrically strung
On threads of fragmentary Nows ,
Waiting to meet their weaver.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2015
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