From dusk to dawn
the night is long
and hope seems
far away.
Then out of the dark
comes the mockingbird’s call,
and pink skies
herald the day.
As the sun also rises,
our strength comes along,
and we forget
the dark night
far away.
dewl12.11.14
Beautifully written, great piece. Simplicity at best…θΌπ
LikeLike
Happy Holidays.
LikeLike