Day One
Day One
Day one lays unfathomed
Like mist in the Sky.
Oh dear mouth halts the murmur
And behold the noon sky.
Eyes on the line watch the new heavens
As it marches gently with the noon.
On this clear noon sky, yet decision ceases to be made
And accepts being delayed till in the moon.
How vague will day one continues to be
Like a buried resources?
The day soon speaks needless to wither words:
The night will come and the session will begin.
And on this sacred night will this decision be proclaimed
With no iota of doubt,
That a nation will become his own;
With the next day never in doubt.
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