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Day - Night Dreams
It is often difficult not knowing
Where the wind will blow?
Where the tides will turn?
When the storm will cease?
Tragedy hit us hard as nails
Leaving a tail—spin wind, whistling within our midst
A once perfect euphoria fades all together
Like the ripples of the mirror-glass stream
Heart-ache and pain
Then follows despair along
with the tip, tap drops of rain
Life is a mirage, capricious cycle of day-night dreams
Shows a thousand faces to endure
One instant you are happy and next your heart bleeds
Then contentment may grace the soul once more
Up then down
Blessed then cursed
But to give comfort
The sun will rise again
In the east, I know
copyright (c) 2012
poem
by
Godfrey Morris
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