Even if I wrote this poem a while ago it somehow seems appropriate to repost for Anzac Day tomorrow.
Pre Dawn
The Earth is wrapped in choking darkness
with only a tiny moon projecting dim rays
Eery shadows and shapes floating on this stage
surrounded by props of suffocating quiet
Unknown noises and a distant bird’s call
the only distractions in this play
Emotions of loneliness and despair
creep into the mind, if permission is granted
But I lay wrapped in my comforting knowledge
after dark and quiet will always come The Light
That is lovely Sal
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Thanks Faye 🙂
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