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New Day Dawns
- Loudly the neon shrills
- Harshly the voice trills
- Sadly the heart chills
- Contemplating inner ills
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- Firmly pushed
- The blare moves back,
- Response
- To urgent warning,
- Pressure off
- Heart no longer black,
- The mind
- Now freely soaring.
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- No more hill,
- And free to thrill,
- So proud of will
- The writer’s newfound
- Morning.
Copyright © 2008-11-19 by Trab. All rights reserved.
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