Poetry

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A pink glow in the sky, hints at a new day adorning.
Of new life, new opportunity, new promise with the coming of morning;
With the rest for our bodies, The refreshing of our minds
Gives rise to hope, to optimism, in a supreme being; life vital signs.
As we lay our bodies down to obtain the sleep we need.
A vague uneasiness creeps into our thoughts, oh to be freed!
From where does this darkness come, to bring it's doubt and fear.
Causing the light to flee , leaving manmade light to cheer.
Where does this darkness hide when it goes before the sun,
To return when light is fleeing and the cares of the day is done?
It flees to canverns dismal and unlit valleys blind,
to play hide and seek in secret recesses of vain men's minds
just what is there about darkness that chills the optimism,
which always seems to fade with the dusk?
Do we perhaps fear that the darkness may never subside?
by
www.lancessoulsearching.com

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