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a new way of looking at... writings >> sean honea >> untitled |
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Untitled. Strike a light to let all in... For now's a time to begin: The dreams you hold so dear and near... Can make you shudder Then fill with tears.... Seen so clear at edge of night To fade so quickly under dawn's hard light.... Rolling over and squeezing tight You try, you try, to bring back night... Though dreams may fade in wake of day. All turned to ash by warming rays... Do not dismay, your visions lost For night returns, and soon you toss... With lovely worlds once more renewed... With all your hopes, and all you knew... |