Dark of Night
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My hopes lay dying,
caught in webs the night had spun;
will they hide the morning ray?
I calmed my crying,
dwelled on dawn's bright golden sun;
born again- the hope of day.
January 8, 2016
Contest: Bite-Size Poem No. 12
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
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