The World At 4 Am
I listen to the world at 4 am
morning doves not yet stirring
troubles of the world not yet blurring
the eyes of disaster
The cloak of possibilities
still embraces
promising smiles on unseen faces
innocent slaves to serve their master
I pray for the world at 4 am
while gentle hearts may still be beating
and time for recompense is fleeting
which I fear is fleeting faster
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2019
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