Little Poem Series: Circadian
In search of my rhythm,
I feel the dawn’s early rise
and the dwindling fall
of a moon’s sigh.
I'll shine forth my tone.
A sonorous glow.
Night or day.
Dark and light.
We're up in the sky.
Copyright © Sammy Shaq | Year Posted 2021
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