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Faded light shines on a new day
Tinted from yesterday's harvest. A child coughs his first breath And an old man of forty drinks his last drop. Tomorrow's dream, a scetch on worthless paper As worthless as the dream itself. And a flower growing amongst it all. Though wilted the flower blossoms And brings color to the sky And life to the new born child But night will once again fall Just a a curtain falls And crush what little beauty is left And the audience will leave an empty hall for the next showing. |
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Nice poem .
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creative
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