Succumb
The break of dawn and rising sun.
The day is short, there's only one.
It's beautiful; It's ugly,
It's sunny; it's rainy.
There are waters without bridges.
There are shallow rivers and deep streams
Filled with abundant riches,
Circled with beautiful dreams.
Evening comes darkness falls.
Tuck in gruesomely made bed,
Eyes close sleep calls.
The break of dawn, you're gone.
Copyright © Amos Lambin | Year Posted 2020
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