Hours Shorten Day By Day Poem by David Zvekic
Hours Shorten Day By Day
Leaves fly the wind across my way
Like dreams brought dry on sorrowed dew;
As night strikes vibrance from the day,
These souls the trail led hard astray;
That love was far too fond to fill
The dawn of passions - loath to stay:
The hours shorten day by day,
In silent lonelyness's chill.
wow. A most enchanting write, I could really feel this one. Amanda
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5/4/2024 3:20:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I enjoyed this one quite a lot as well...pen on!