The dawn is the opening of our eyes
Soaking up the glistening sun rays
Walking over the soil laid for our feet
Falling through time
Minding our own in a haze of daylight
Closing in behind our new beginning
The wrong words hit the pavement
Bleeding out in the dusk
Through the cracks in our mind
Falling asleep with a nightlight
Holding those moments close
Climbing in this maze called life
This is the process of our strife
Leaning towards fear for a fright
Bringing on that new experience
To hold close
In the light of the arms of existence
So cheers to our process of dying
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Author:
Noah (
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Comments2
I love the way you worded this, it's so unique and descriptive. Good write!
Thank you!
I like the way you wrote this, it's very original. Awesome!
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