DawnA Poem by DarcyThe eastern horizon is slowly becoming more clear as the sun is rising I realize it's always been there
The sun is coming up blinding my eyes with a light so bright with hope
The western horizon is forgotten once again untill the night robs the day once more
The lights on the houses switch off as darkness surrenders
The sound of the morning is just as it should be crisp, cool, clear, and concise © 2008 DarcyAuthor's Note
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