Dawndillating Dustifide
A distant shore
or a foreign land
might days with agenda's
chores and plans
might shadow hide imperfections
so that those vain men
might find a smile
as their searches begin
Spring, your Winters are gone
your snow's have melted
Summer shall have us to curse the Sun.
The Moon of night shall come in Phases.
Yet Summer might we Fall in Love
beneath the Moon's brilliant light
Then Dawns shall start the newness of
might we began in the morning Light!
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2018
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