Everybody is fond of the sunset
signalling the end of another
wasted day in the dune of wasted
days, weeks, months and
years and years.
Every sunset I am disappointed with myself
yet still drunk on its romance.
With every sunrise however
life radiates each shadow,
each curtain thin or thick,
each orphan still in bed,
each prison cell.
For everyone there is
a new freshness in its breeze
despite all sins,
repeated mistakes,
diminished hope,
and human madness.
The sun will rise
unwearied, undefeated.
Even if it’s going to be the same story
over and over and over, again.
The sun will rise
until a handful of souls
break this cycle like snowdrops.
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Author:
rhmn_7 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Every day you wake up, a new hope is gifted to you, even if you don't notice it.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments5
Radiant & Serene!
Thank you for your kind words..
A fine write R.
Thank you very much!
Dear friend I just realized that when I first read this poem I wrote a comment, but must have forgotten to hit send, guess it was a senior moment. You poem speaks to me of the possibilities of new beginnings with each sunrise. Each day is ours to make, the cycle broken. Beautifully written!
Exactly, every day is a new and fresh start, thank you!
Wonderfully done. Great idea to create a more rhythmic feel to your piece, thanks for the write.
Thank you for your comment, Eileen.
Beautiful, each new day we are blessed with beauty, it is up to us to define its purpose, make our lives more fulfilling...
Well said, thanks!
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