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Drifting Dawn

Lifeless sorrow,
The night is gone.
Dear tomorrow,
Do not mourn..


You've seen the winter,
mow the lawn
Of tears and wondered..
Where is dawn?


Forgetting the memories,
planted with thorns,
where solemn symphonies
in distress, burn...



Still you ask,
where is dawn?
When you've been given
the task.
To tender,
the green horn..



Dawn is drifting..
Where dreams reside,
paying no heed..
To what your failures decide..



While reality walks on wooden floors..
Making noise,
as you try to hide our flaws
in the bedrooms of yesterday.


Painting experiences
with palettes made from pain..
Washing our sins
with detergents of..


"i will never sin again.."



Pay attention
to the whispers of the winds..
For your path to redemption,
lies therein..



Do not mourn.
Dear tomorrow..
The night is gone,
embrace the dawn..

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