Your Dewdrop
The air of twilight hour resonates
in the silence of impending end.
I hear it compose the requiem
for my final breath I am holding.
When at dawn the hymn will stop,
you’ll see I shine on your dewdrop.
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July 29, 2022
Contest : Bite Size poem No. 50
Sposnored by : Line Gauthier
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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