Time Passes
Time passes and night succumbs to day, dawn
The harbinger of renewal and the mourning of
Past moments. Pallor in the eastern sky
Takes on a crimson hue, as some courtesan's lips,
Flooding the world with rich vitality and promise.
This memory fades a little more, though emotion
Argues that it should not disappear into oblivion.
And the sun inspects the world, indifferent to
Our small hurts and despairs, more concerned that
Light bring joy and the small death of forgetfulness.
And as the day brings awakening, the bustle and
Distractions of life, that memory is pushed aside;
And a subtle relief unobtrusively pervades the
Busy mind, and future promise beckons.
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