The Dusk of Dawn
When I wake up in the morning
In the middle of the night
I wonder why, the dawn is so bright
But still too dark
I am a stranger seeking for solace
A new seed that doesn't know where to sprout
A free bird that doesn't know where to fly
Like a free wind trapped between earth and sky
October 11, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Copyright © Roger Roger | Year Posted 2022
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