Poetry
Coming Dawn
Chiaroscuro (Dark to Light)
Published in
May 11, 2022
In the dark of predawn
I wander lonely roads
no glare
to interrupt my thoughts
only waking birds
and as the glow appears
red on the horizon
In the dark of predawn
I wander lonely roads
no glare
to interrupt my thoughts
only waking birds
and as the glow appears
red on the horizon
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